contemplate the trees serenading
the shadowy delights of the moon,
melting the wills of the night.
The stars so insolent challenge the clouds
to be faster than the light.
I am a lucid fool, fishing illusions
here and there, sewing hopes in the air,
dreaming away as I trade poetry for
…
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