The hand of the sun was not heavy enough
To light the pack of dreams I sheltered
In the manor of my mind.
I scribble on some leaves
What I want tomorrow to tell
Of me.
Yesterday is late, it died
At the zero-zero hours, yet,
I still burn unperturbed
A candle, surviving in the wind.
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