Black Sun (Quand tous semble change)

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When everything seems changed

Hills are white,  earth is blue 

Crimson trees interlace the green sky

Their twisted limbs straining

For some incarnation of release.

The black sun

Absorbs all tenderness

Tides flow without gravity

And my mind finds only shadows

In the dance of light

And maybe music

Gives cadence to the fall of leaves

Mingled with tears

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