Red
sky in the morning
and the sun begins its warning
as, waving an early goodbye,
the blood clouds
wake.
They
burn the sky
with
their colour,
larva
with their lips
and
kiss the light
with
the blush of passion.
It
is morning
and the
limbs of nature
entwined
with wakefulness
have
their nativity.
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