Dawn Dreams

Blue eyes I do not dream about,
But death's corner I do,
These do not become made known or obvious
Eyes are sending off messages to far away people
Sunlight on a broken column
There is a true voice in the cosmos
In the cosmos singing,
More situated at a different point,
In time or space,
More suddenly than a falling star dispersed

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