In the Twilight
Where are gone the crested larks and thrushes
Where are sparkling pebbles on your seashore
Where are the cherries from your cute crushes
That would break out as we opened the door
Nonetheless the orange glow in valley
And the two wings spread only a little
Is enticing even now to rally
All my bohemian birds to sprinkle
With fondness the downpour from my cuddle
Now that you are again in the twilight
Holding my clouds with your smiley bubble
The foaming river now rippling quiet
Thank you for the unexpected moonrise
We must take our dark glasses off our eyes
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27/8/2016
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