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sculping thoughts

In the twilight of the stormy night

sparks shine like lighthouses
in a rough sea leading

ships to safe harbours...

from the top of the cliff i observe

while the clouds

slide through the sky

as cranberry jelly...

i sculped thoughts of

a gray silver while

looking for you
among the stars of the firmament...

if fortune would smile at me
bringing me the sweetness of thy will

these salt spheres would dry

in the fountain of my eyes...