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ALTAZOR
POEM
The arch of your eyebrows tended for the weapons of the eyes
At the offensive winged sure winner sure with flower pride
The pummeled stones speak to you for me
The skyless waves of birds speak to you for me
The windless color of the landscapes speaks to you for me
The flock of taciturn sheep speaks to you for me
Asleep on your memory
The uncovered creek speaks to you for me
The survivor grass tied to the adventure
Adventure of light and blood of horizon
Without further shelter than a fading flower
If there is a little wind
If you died
The stars despite its lighted lamp
Would lose the way
What would be of the universe?