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Ardore,
no breeze
not rustle or whisper
what remains of the forest is silent, without
flights of birds, nor insects, nor
presence of almost all human
species.
All
is not by chance: now I feel
Nothingness: a thin red line
flood the mind and to reassemble
Created in vivid reflection
Other ethereal light of the splendor,
worlds.
Last
and end:
grigiobiancastre icy sea waves;
on what's left: faint glow
away, wandering fire-bright
when evening comes,
intense cold night.
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