《The Phoenix. Poems》Wind 33:33

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Wind comes on,

sun rises,

trembling in the storm.

Water flow,

runs down with a drop.

Take my hand,

and wake me up,

because in my dream,

there is nothing,

except for flashes of light

under the eyelids.

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