touch me with the same impression,
latent emotion wants to say you
something, beautiful twilight,
please come little closer,
the goblet is nearer
to spill, just hold
to my hand,
before falling down, the heady night
stepping slowly, on the glassy
stairs of darkness, again
blooming the tiny
nocturnal
flowers,
filling the life into the nerve, your
love becoming the messiah,
curing the old wounds
by the divine
fragrance - - -
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