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Nocturnal (self-portrait)
Of a soul always against the light
My air is gradually closing in
Lighting the thousand lanterns
Of what I have left at night
A silence closed under the moon
And I pile up in my night
Confidences, empty atmospheres
Soft violence of a scene
Of a gray-black without roots
Aether fleeing from melancholy
And on the canvas
Stamens of eternities
Gently sneak in
With multiplied nuances
From my fragile night-blue.
But from this scene now
I am nothing more
Than the observer fadind away
Seeking me from his spotting scope.
© Birdy'
My air is gradually closing in
Lighting the thousand lanterns
Of what I have left at night
A silence closed under the moon
And I pile up in my night
Confidences, empty atmospheres
Soft violence of a scene
Of a gray-black without roots
Aether fleeing from melancholy
And on the canvas
Stamens of eternities
Gently sneak in
With multiplied nuances
From my fragile night-blue.
But from this scene now
I am nothing more
Than the observer fadind away
Seeking me from his spotting scope.
© Birdy'
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