My Garments
The robe that dresses me
that covers me and covers
may even be poor but
it's not fret ...
It's not just fabric,
it's not just lines,
no silent buttons ...
It is sunlit,
is anointed with the moon,
perfumed by breezes ...
Put on my dreams,
show off my fantasy,
discover me the beauty
of my joy ...
It is a noble man's robe
of a gentleman being that
to shine does not lack
of other demanding costumes ...
It's normal what life is l,this way
it's simple how everything has to be ...
It's the elegant robe that so well
represents me ... and covers ...!
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