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The sapphire moon sleeps in night’s delicate lace,
Silver luminaire shines over the crystal river;
Oh, oniric poem of electric organdy.

Butterflies are flying over canvas of sultriness,
Silver complaints of charming unfaithfulness;
Light echoes gotten lost, vanishing on full moon.

Uncertaintiness drowns, absence kills in sempiternity,
Clement is the river wáter that reliefs the slavery;
As the full moon over silver satin, purple filament.

Let the river take the pain of debauchery Osiris,
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The night is magic that invites to dream,
I have impression of had rambling dreams,
the stars illuminate and stars guide me;
voice doesn’t make sense in the desert night.

Still in the dark, always alone,
and I do not regret the past,
poet in silence, a poet in my own oblivion,
in my dull eyes, eternal punishment;
I’m not a poet of legend, I belong to dream
of black desert destination.