a tragedy became a mythology
sublimed in haze
the jow told the poet this story
stars on the sky heard his sigh
a star dissolved in air
this is the tears that tragedy stirred
all stars gathered round
express some dim comfort
in the place touched by her fingertips
the veins began disorder because of excitement
the mythology collected lives together
the two bodies disappeared
into the light of stars
O, poet
your job is to make tragedy,mythology and miracles
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