THE HILLS



Molded bosoms of millennial clay
- sensitive scales –
- to roar of bells –
with two ruby crucibles
that crown the dance
- golden spheres –
- craters in flames –
- challenging summits –
- not promoted mountains –
- flowers between rocks –
- precious stones –
- diamantine hills –
- full moons –
- to sing of sirens –
- proud pigeons –
- flights of larks –
- playful gulls –
- rains of stars –
- constellations in shades –
- sweet conches –
of affectionate fantasies
close to your vale of the silence

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