Blind innocence, _ excitation in the Mirage
There, at top,
Lonely poplar sublime in a Mirage, _
Naked letters without a metaphor,
The eremite did not notice beauty of a cypress,
And in it there was a pleasure …
Blind innocence, _ excitation in the Mirage,
Squeezed out love juice of the moon …
poem by Gioom Galen
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