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My royal blue is only your colorful wood house
Worm place, where I can find your ivory arms
Someday, I am certain, you will be my spouse
But today we are golden lovers in arm’s
The many small clay tiles in the roof are poppy red
The wall, of exotic wood: India yellow
The views of that evenly place: perfectly mellow
More if my lips touch yours. Blood: vermilium red.
Our deep lake near the house has waters sap green
Reflecting the phthalo blue and indigo of sky
Also the trees' colors with those fruits we are keen
Everything perfect when I see your eyes
If I don’t, then, my face is mineral white
And caput mortuum abandon our skies
Fire everything deeply consumes.
And nourishes himself from ashes
and due to them new plants and leafs born.
And the green goes up to the sky!
Time, it is said, everything solves.
And everything he displaces and revolves
leaving behind, so lonely,
only a thin dust layer.
Maybe they are brothers.
Perhaps they go hand in hand
and the dust of the clock is
only a memory of the grey ashes
created by yellow flames!
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