I
Like a bee full of dreams
Buzzing past the scent of memories,
The treasures of history:
Gold, topaz, stone, steel…
- Resolution.
Buzzing past the scent of memories,
The treasures of history:
Gold, topaz, stone, steel…
- Resolution.
II
A half-gnawed apple
Browned by oxidation,
A half of a setting sun
Gulped by throat of the sky,
The tmesis of resolve
- June 15.
Browned by oxidation,
A half of a setting sun
Gulped by throat of the sky,
The tmesis of resolve
- June 15.
III
The river of dreams
Is the mirror of déjà vu
That reflects jamais vu
And ripples of colours
In 365 degrees
- Mutatis Mutandis.
Is the mirror of déjà vu
That reflects jamais vu
And ripples of colours
In 365 degrees
- Mutatis Mutandis.
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