Sketch a pencil art
Graphite and colourless, that
Your bristle-brush
Needle my paint
Wean my heart, away
from your canvas, that
envision reality
On desert mirage
An imagery, counts
Nothing of my ego; but
A visage in death, that
Counts my all
Wind blows,
Water flows,
Countless murmurs are hidden
under zero gravity
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