The evening fell down To miss X
The evening fell down  with stealthy paces  on the grass that snows whitens  talking light words  among pine trees and firs  to fragrant mosses  smiling of peace on her lips  Instead I ferried convulsive dreams  trough the night's phantasm  the moon enticed me to fly  to dispel my heart  to forget our distance  dreaming stars in your eyes  sailing your dewy softness  smelling the scent of you  until in the amazed sunrise  an interior glance  in a shudder of regret  doused my turmoil
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