In the ornamental breathing kiss
I embrace those frozen whispers of silence
of two lovers at death
With the leaves and the frozen seas
like the tears they fall
Always the same eyes
that sip of the edge;
The lunar grace
Grotesque Autumnal WeepingsIn the ornamental breathing kiss I embrace those frozen whispers of silence of two lovers at death With the leaves and the frozen seas like the tears they fall Always the same eyes that sip of the edge; The lunar grace |