When all is alive
I dream a romantic death
Of wishes I made
All I imagined,
A thin line
That shall grow
Into full
Moonlit night that will cool,
Mind and soul
Rest in peace
As the egret flies
From the window seen,
And along the car
A white shadow
Swift in front
The windshield,
Way back from
The birthday
The celebrations
That no more, shall be.
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