Strange acorns of goose-grey laurel
Brushwoods, branches and insects
Laying down the border of the brothchannel

Beside the eyes
An asphalted emerald hill
Studded of intermittent lights
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Fire-flies and syrens
Sea-urchins and fire-flies
Fire-flies and wagons
Hedgehogs and fire-flies

But whirls,
The funeral umbrella
Of your gowns,
My dear, my dearest
My dear, my dearest
You fire-flies who cry