I recall my lives extending to bounds
in repleted white-blue to hang light;
and then to follow rivulets of insight,
of a brass horn, to upload sounds.
I salute them then, and they respond;
fine to accompany my climb to heights;
there my lives visit stars in flights,
and glances are reflected in a pond.
I recall her stare, following the rails
with roses on lips that wished well;
benevolent phrases, among vines dwell,
but expend as solitude to sorrow fails.
I kiss her stare in dimensions humble,
in dusk she gleams and nightly shines;
the hopes of my inspirations, decline,
when sun rays illumine them ample.
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