You Walk Like Moon


Mate, I don't know,
how to deceive you in bush.
I was born in sun.

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Ardor moves in
orbs, which have no silver.
Only tangents will meet.

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Do not define
any kinship between- two
wounded birds in sky.

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You Walk Like Moon