born in time

in the sky of your dream,
(cheery), —
my vision’s undulations relax
in comforting longings

even the sky’s teeth shine
in my contemporary spell,
lived
in the company of a few gulls

winter’s flavor’s being felt itself;
its temper,
(the transparency),
provocative tempts my sea

is a deep blue one born
in a time of a December,
in the sky of your dream…
to make you feel my love

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