Buds of sun,
Dreams that come out
On your lips.
Eyes of cut glass,
Flowers of ashes,
Dreams that come out
And don’t announce.
Maple flowers,
Lost images,
Dreams that come out
I don’t know where from.
Clouds of mustard,
Sad sky,
Dreams that come out
Continully.
The rancid sun,
Blue instants,
Dreams that come out
In our lives.
Lost images,
Dreams that come out
I don’t know where from.
Clouds of mustard,
Sad sky,
Dreams that come out
Continully.
The rancid sun,
Blue instants,
Dreams that come out
In our lives.
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