string of the moment and pearl of the past
these are the beautiful things that I have
signs of the letters brought to inhabit
the power, the patent, the attachment
linked across two objects of their beauty
which has for its purpose design and joy
movement that is tranquil and rests at will
along the outlines of the roses
invisible to themselves to behold
of lovely form for everybody else
alone in the absence of the other
yet the River of Time that traverses
the shore of my greatest mystery, soul,
destined before the winds begin to blow.
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