The Muse
Stifling the cool morning with the breath of summer
she appears in the sky,
A desire frozen into a bright icicle,
not having found a place on earth,
she rested in the shifting shapes of the clouds,
hiding between her veiled thighs
the lamp of fire that burns without a smoke :
the muse ascended to unseen heights!
Did I fall in love with a dream?
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