a fur OF GREY HAIR
Where are you,
brilliance with long silky hair,
comet
that noise last night
year, our routes touching
? In dance
your hands,
flight of white doves. Drawings
strange, your hips.
vase of perfume, beauty,
why I left so
sealed
without listening to your smell? The best warrior
can not play the game.
Stronger terror, stronger prey
and scope.
As autumn leaves from trees
the wind blows and collects
night took you away
. Valse not try your wake,
regret of my soul.
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