Night ... Day
The day awakens one morning pink
leaving the night fell asleep
under a veil of flowers bloom
soft petals that make it his bed
His eyelids are swollen with sleep
under the dark sky where the sun blushed
opening the doors to Face Dew
morning sweet sorrow at the pearly beauty
The new light drinks from the cup of heaven
light with long hair honey
Her lips graze the hem night
that gently slips into oblivion
(Painting 1: The day / Painting 2: The night / Odilon Redon)
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