The moon pale and timid
In a bad of stars
Lie under,
The sheet of clouds.
Stand up.
Reflecting shyly.
The light on the sea.
Is a good night for dreaming?
Into the Soft mind
Dry, arid of thoughts
Dreams
Overpopulate
Hide design
By the night
When the time goes by.
Before the new day arrives.
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