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Verbeene
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Verbeene
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Alone in the evening...
Her soft feet sank into the moss; he liked to walk behind her and watch her light, soft walk.
but today she went alone...
dry, almost dusty violet scent, earth rose to her nose. It was dawning, the flowers exuded stunning beauty. As if embedded in moss, as if hidden under dry moss, they sent longing veils of scent into the evening.
They did not smell seductive, rather as touchingly melancholic as the lonely song of the nightingale,
self-forgetting, weightless, dark sparkling.
and so she also felt: as if she could find her way home to herself in the twilight.
Into the delicately fragrant silence of unfulfilled wishes.
In the shimmering space between the words.
Into tender nothingness.
but today she went alone...
dry, almost dusty violet scent, earth rose to her nose. It was dawning, the flowers exuded stunning beauty. As if embedded in moss, as if hidden under dry moss, they sent longing veils of scent into the evening.
They did not smell seductive, rather as touchingly melancholic as the lonely song of the nightingale,
self-forgetting, weightless, dark sparkling.
and so she also felt: as if she could find her way home to herself in the twilight.
Into the delicately fragrant silence of unfulfilled wishes.
In the shimmering space between the words.
Into tender nothingness.
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