Walks month wave…

Walks month wave,
Goes the sun in a blue swell,
But unknown to bend
Both visibly not quite.

Strange pale faces of their,
A reflection of their divisibility.
You're still my only weapon on the other palim,
Or your flame subsided

And wrong reflection
On the waves of my dreams
Wander dead dreams
remote beauty?

7 October 1901

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