A meadow in which all flowers seek refuge,
one that no autumn touches, in which no rose drops its petals.
A tree green and graceful, in the middle of the desert,
if you sleep in its shade, you wake up drunk.
A firmament toward which all souls travel,
one where Saturn is not in strife with Venus.
A jewel from the mine of pure nonexistence,
to which the heart refers when eyes shed tears.
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