~ SONG OF THE APROSODIC BARD

I love delicate softness:
For me, love has brought the brightness
And the beauty of the sun,

Often you say

Making a mark in the earth
With your heel near the wild black rose
Untamed seemingly made only of dew,

You say

The whole sea and the whole sky
For a single victory of childhood
In the country of dance,

Or better

For a single embrace in a silent corner
Going to the devil with desire on a bridge
Or better yet,

For a single timorous word
Such as must be said while gazing at you
By a blood-stained moon whose music goes far from tree to tree
And keeps going in and out among a hundred birds of snow:
Clouds of memory where it is nice to rest,

And when you say it

The whole sea and the whole sky
Scatter like an ensemble of fairies
At the touch of the wizard’s wand
After whispering the magic phoneme: /L/

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NOTE: A 'phoneme' is the smallest contrastive unit in the sound system of a language.

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