Truth II
Oh, soundless stars like
a solid-looking, fragrant brook.
I'm standing there,
before the sunset, and
covering the golden chains
of the stars
with beaming kisses,
l like a fated chrysanthemum;
enshrining an untamed
piercing forest.
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