On a night in June
a full moon
I saw it sink
in dense mists in the thicket
of its beauty...
it faded...
So the moon of my loves,
that I lost
in previous days
amid the mists of disenchantment,
whose breakdown
was well deserved.
Burning passion of a thousand dreams,
between disdain,
I saw it sink
but with her, fragile, restless,
a flirt--
it faded! ...
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