Temper of Cotton

O pure Sagittarius in light-blue dressed

Your outfit hugs kindly those delicate breasts:

water-flowers the moon sprinkled down on your chest

On a sky-pillow your neck how gently it rests

Cloud of porcelain-white asleep in your perfume

The life you breathe into it a slumberous tune

Disrupts a cluster of stars happily may they resume

a ring of memories alive and with us soon

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