Poezie
Infinity’s End
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Mediu
As Fall runs her stained veil
to the both ends of melancholy’s infinite,
you walk through the trees dying
and grass burning silent,
invisible to another and almost without motion,
with your fusion-gold hair,
caressing my arms as they miss you already;
so quiet this joy, so loud this silence,
and, neverending,
your flowers-in-the-wind perfume.
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