Delusions sing the prettiest. Oh, waves,
The sea is rhyming! That's when we fell onto misery.
Few are the names written on water.
Everyone crawls or flies, but a few sail
A sea prouder than this one on the road to dangerous freedom.
The day inside itself is a night, and the Sun is a lamp.
Lose your way if your journey is bothered,
Oh how pretty and dangerous it is: a flower serving the purpose of a flower!
Dedicate to the sour star on the top of summer
A curative dictionary of herbs inside a cove
Through the secret hills your cure is unrevealed
To kiss earth with earth is your destiny,
But if you kiss her on the eyes may your
Kiss be as light as empty crystals.
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