Everything can be given
to the sun that warms up;
the grass that embeds your head.
In such fate of a given moment
the sea ends his reign
to give the mind a little rest.
If the blue sky turns red
that it is a sign
of a one who wants to be a two.
There in the cave
of thoughts and blades
the rain is just a sweet cry of pain.
Great are the tales
that are said in friends’ company
then is the heart at ease with his drum.
When cold showers do visit
it becomes a moment of a surreal mess
only when there are gusts of glimes.
In the afternoon of teas
sweetness needs not be consumed
for great is the luck of the day.
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