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


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