My song is rigorous and strong
meaty, dry breath
that fills the hearts of enchantment
mixed scents of dreams and muted hues
thin and strong and different neighbors
silent as fog or invisible splendor.
My singing is of a rare beauty
purses at every jolt of the heart
It does not have its wings
indeed he stops strongly in deepest abyss
and trembles at the thought of losing the smallest part
of oblivion.
My song transformed into mystical geometry
uncertainties and hesitations
look seamless future
trembling with very short memories and moments of lucidity
to maintain course
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