eien..

by a railway bridge

chiming,
rustling
a dark blue kiss

this touch–
a journey
through aeons
and aeons
of shadow dreams

moon-s(c)ent,
warm incense
of nocturne meadows,
of birch violins,
of sainted wind

and between smiles
we watch a cloud

quiet, winged

into wild rose
dissolving

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soft

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softer

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softest dim

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