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‘Elegy,

The night echoes in my memory

as I gaze to the shallow stars.

To inhale my first breath, unknown by then,

the stars guided me to Eden

towards the unperfect perfection

created by elegy. The light of wintertime

evolved with the waves of the north.

Countless twinkles shine in me eyes

as I bring forth of the seven days.

To flee with the wind to home

lead by the dreams of the fairy nightfall.

Forewarned by my sworn secret fabula,

an outlander of earth, yet not from faraway lands.  

The idyllic garden flows with the reflection of time

of stories build by his words and hands.



 

‘This Sunday,

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