A woman holding a candle in her hand near a body of water


Concerto of impermanent time ... I, the only spectator Shivering in the cold air by the lake The moonlight sunk in tears shimmering in the sighs of a bygone age The sweet whispers of the night wind The sweet whispers of the night wind were playing a pleasant tune of gold and blue... The night sky of the noblest jet-black, O jar of ink, swamp of contemplation! Will you not speak to me? The moon still shimmers on the lake. When your thoughts are mine, My dream will flap its wings as an exotic bird! My thoughts in the mirror of sleep... Illuminated by your gaze My innumerable and elusive words... In the blue gloom of my heart Shimmering golden in the cradle of a bygone age... My moon that has marked time since ancient times! The smile of the eternal maiden And sweet whispers... You flap your exotic quill In my empty night sky The soul that scatters countless stars And breathed into me once more...
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Concerto of impermanent time
...
I
,
the only spectator
Shivering in the cold air by the lake
The moonlight sunk in tears
shimmering in the sighs of a bygone age
The sweet whispers of the night wind
The sweet whispers of the night wind were playing a pleasant tune of gold and blue
...
The night sky of the noblest jet-black
,
O jar of ink
,
swamp of contemplation
!
Will you not speak to me
?
The moon still shimmers on the lake
.
When your thoughts are mine
,
My dream will flap its wings as an exotic bird
!
My thoughts in the mirror of sleep
...
Illuminated by your gaze
My innumerable and elusive words
...
In the blue gloom of my heart
Shimmering golden in the cradle of a bygone age
...
My moon that has marked time since ancient times
!
The smile of the eternal maiden
And sweet whispers
...
You flap your exotic quill
In my empty night sky
The soul that scatters countless stars
And breathed into me once more
...
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