porcelain
beyond my window
is you
talking with heaven know whom
but looks
as if you're talking with me
in an irrational dialect,
radiating so, in your eyes,
the entrance
towards my soul
beyond you is the moon, —
the window toward dreams,
where some dogs bark
to guard fancies' sheepfold
by some stars that lurk
if you talk
with I don't know whom
but looks
as if you're talking with me
beyond these hazy thoughts
is a porcelain tome
which tries your imagination
to ask yourself if you are the one
who's beyond my window,
barking like a dog,
guarding fancies' sheepfold,
lurking with the stars
for love in my eyes
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