Take satin to my breath
floating thinnest in the air
and
shroud me unknown -
seven wonder hills afar
Transcending the bounds
of darker nights
where no sun rises
nor, moon dove its silver tail
Where
All in easy blindness flutter
their familiarity
taking the deepest root
in sweetness
of their soothing pain
As
An easy soul waits there
giving respite
to my tranquil heart
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