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Mushrooms and Moon

AND now in peace they are crying
Now And now the dark sun grows.

I shall kiss the lovely lips
of the mushrooms and moon.

And if heaven sends me gifts:

I ask for:  

One is an endless love.

Two is the undying heart
where autumn leaves fall

within my gapping mouth.

A third is peace.  The 
solemn winter where snow falls.

And if there is another number
that chases me it is fifthly:

to drown my fear -->  where you
all just disappear.

I(myself and me) will adjust
not to sleep without your eyes

And I adjust just to Spring
with the mushrooms and moon

And the dark sun grows.

Grows.

:: 11-05-2017 ::

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