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On the heaven mat

They might be many
luminaries on his
face,
And many clouds are
gathered in his lace
But only nights may
wave so big crystal.
Reckless, the stars
roll over the aim
vital;
Black holes, for
nothingness may
call;
On heaven`s mat, the
diamonds fall…

And saints collect
them for later
In the river from
sky; then, as
better:
As those who are
thirsty in the
desert 
Of their life, tired
to dig deep and
alert,
Will find the
searchers of
treasure`s verses 
Once, written by
clouds on the sky of
Xerxes.

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