By the wide anxiety of the dawn
revealed masts.
Painful awakenings.
Leaves, sister leaves,
I hear you in the lament.
Autumns,
moriboud sweetness.
Oh youth,
the time of the parting has just passed.
High skies of the youth,
free rush.
And I am desert yet.
Lost in this curved melancholy.
But the night disperses the separations.
Oceanic silences,
astral nests of illusion,
Oh night.
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Comments1WOW, 'OH NIGHT' HITA THE FEELS REAL HARD. NVR THOT A POEM CUD DO THAT 😢💔. SPELLBINDING STUFF!!!