white days
of almond flower
and flesh sheathed in sunlight

white sea
dissolves laughing on flat rocks

below white chapels
where consecrated bones
crumble into purity of incense

white kisses
beating against the sun with white wings

white boats set sail for white dreams
where the white days have gone


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