One night |
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| The red bright shout of calm
sunset is burning reflecting in the windows' lucid glass and before my eyes are sadly strewing thick with black ink of well arranged words empty sheets of white paper... Barren time's passing like a gentle wind that skims the leafs of a bizarre calendar ornamented, but lacking days and hours jagging the dark blue of the woods' background spangled with shiny dots.... Nothing I doth but wait the stars arising. Smoothly in the lonely land's coming the night soothing the soul and calling forth the peace. While the sound of your breath's filling the room longings're pressing and urging, but thou please doth not wake from the mistery of this sleep that's caressing my wills by wings of silence |
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