SYDNEY
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You are the dream
Which lived in my mind for years,
Its traces didn't wipe out.
I picked you off my parent's laughter,
Off confused eyes' prayers..
O, Sydney..
Which stood calling me
On a shore..
I kissed its dust.
I loved you:
Field's madness,
Mountains..
Which flew off their puberty.
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Kings Cross
The beautiful nights
Tanned on far shores
Used to warmly welcome
To a party with new friends.
I hope days move slowly
And keep us young
To go higher on higher waves
To burn and turn into ashes.
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