The globe revolves
As the Sun lies flat,
Beyond the scales
Where all is violet
The weight of ideal
Is the only real;
Before the fruit
A future reaches
Now statues loot
Why their death preaches
The weight of ideal
Is the only real;
No more lime fear
Life is only here,
Before the year
Falls Lacrimula;
Beyond the scales
Where all is violet
I am pure being,
The essence returned.
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Author:
lucaso (
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