in an ivory colored sand
grazing letters of a blue sky,
blooming sea inspirations...
I collect them by drawing words
while zinc clouds
blow me salt flakes...
the restless letters
swirl a stream of sorrows
editing poems for troubadours...
resting my fingers on a cane
I conciliate some kind of stanzas
about the spell of a muse in the sunset...
grazing letters of a blue sky,
blooming sea inspirations...
I collect them by drawing words
while zinc clouds
blow me salt flakes...
the restless letters
swirl a stream of sorrows
editing poems for troubadours...
resting my fingers on a cane
I conciliate some kind of stanzas
about the spell of a muse in the sunset...
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