glancing at dew on the first
golden leaf your eyes become
mirrors of summer memories and
melancholy hues
your hair aglow with
traces of perseids
your voice walking words through
a different dimension
resonates moments of silent
bliss and the heat of caress
ascending with suspended dreams
to broken cloud edges where
cold wind shatters the gray
blue skies embrace us like fog
particles shrouding the sun and
spark the twilight we desired as
refuge from the fugacity of seasons
when we listen to the silence of
luminescent rain smelling of snow
until we fall into the eternal limbo
of colours and timeless reverie
waiting for the ice light
of a blue winter solstice
[J]
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