easily turning time
unwinds-
the nights spell out sways-
long lapping watersongs-velvet-coded darkness-
pools of inky effervescence-
strands of green-colored graceful paper
crinkled up-floating away,
with effortless oneness-
their lightness on the river’s face-
a spidery dance of moonlight
invites the night all over it-
all the winds stir alongside them-
turning in-side-themselves-
its breath catches-
-little stars blink-
the river flows
into a flower again
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