When thoughts
draw a road
and shadows pierce the darkness.
A star burns
without flesh.
From the glowing ashes of our fire.
Followed by a meteor shower.
A sunny foal-like sparkle in the eye.
In amazing pure rye
a spark has flickered.
But thoughts draw a road.
And shadows sway.
Love is on its way.
And autumn goes insane.
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