gypsy moths waltz fireflies
lavendar burns the sky
cricket sing of mystic love
twilight says goodbye
–
she was in the window
a wavy leaden pane
daylight was a Saxon
the night its Charlemagne
–
the air was so fragile
we live above the ice
she thinks about the meadow
and stars of edelweiss
Such beauty such depth
ever-mounting problems on the turf
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