Mixing light
In the night.
Don’t come near,
Don’t stay here,
Where are you..
Where are you
With your eyes,
With your heart
Full of ice,
With your heat,
With a feelings fleet..
No idea.
Don’t come near,
Don’t stay here,
Disappear.
Light is clear,
Mixing,
Twinkling,
Maybe thinking
Of our life-drinking.
Twink
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