NIGHT
.
You hear the night glide across the snow
.
The song fell down from the trees
And through the fog sounded voices
.
I lit my cigar at a glance
.
Every time I open my lips
I flood the void with clouds
.
In the harbour
The masts are full of nests.
.
And the wind
Groans at the birds wings
.
THE WAVES ROCK THE DEAD SHIP
.
Whistling on the shore I
Look at the star that glows between my fingers
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