Knit night at its corners overflowing dream dreams.
It was the dawn of a new world where trees
dressed beauty.
A dawn auroral birthplace flowers everywhere
songs with aromas of birds in flight.
The wind rode the banks of the river
carrying bags with seeds.
Nubile maidens left their zeal and dehiscent smell opened its petals to the wind.
Then the air filled with scents, oils, balms.
shells were filled with nests and cradles Planerón her moans. Knit
night in a dream overflowing corner illusions and dawn perhaps my scent like a bird in flight
alight among your branches.
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