elend’in 2003 tarihli winds devouring men albümünden...
amidst the streams of the river
the flow
was achanging
and autumn rain unfolded its charm
with the thorns of absence
so sweet to your skin
in the dusty veils of morning
you had forgiven all bearing
the land blessed the manifold
faces of your love
the garden
lies asleep
the grave unclouded
and we dance about a fallen sun
night-moths on her wings...
a staggering moon
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