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Master Sonnet

I walk the valley of green and silent dreams

where a black moon renders every shadow brown.

My twenty-nine years are just a giddy game.

I go on – shivering, wounded by light,

and I invent anew my own small world;

free will and desire: to live, like seagulls,

rather it is passion which follows me down.

Harsh winter pervades even the autumn in me,

my path – a faded crow now – thrones my head,

while my heart worships its muse once again;

the Body and Soul Universe of Poetry.

I’m young, my life has been but fancy,

and I wait for night-darkness, somewhere among oaks

mutely, like large dreams witnessing the moon.