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/ The grinning clamour on your face / Dies abruptly, for moments: / Boldness and timidity / Are swept, transfigured, against each other. / But the glistening turmoil / Once more spurns itself with jests / That light its troubled hands.
/ When too much pain has lowered / The eyelids of your mood, / A peaceful humour wraps your face. / You are like an old man / Watching children fly from his fingertips. / In your kirtle of borrowed skies / You find a sorrow luring your horizons / Into hesitating brightness. / When night remembers, you have straightened / Into stealthy, angry calmness / Fingering it first, unsent arrow.