a green glistening herb
on fuchsia meadows
hiding a laminated sidewalk
gray silver and schist
like winter dawn ...
sitting on a granite throne
foreshadowing the grayish blue mantle
which stretches at the foot of a sky
taken from orange tones
while the foam kisses the sand ...
painful indecision, the spirit stops me,
accept the feat of the sea nymphs
and in the depths find peace,
or remain restless seeing
the morning is born in a sea of green
where I can never live ...
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