Why do I wander in these
small holes of your dreams
longer then time
wandering that brings me
closer to the Sun
closer to the Circle
You put a look on me
as a fire in the water
and then run away
in the shelter of your shame
God didn't meant to
make the day so long
but hence he was waiting for
you to come to me
too long even for the Moon
waiting for her Lover
but she always falls a sleep
too early
those small substances of time
are the best time of the day
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