To go with a passive night
Until tomorrow blooms
Show again their glorious bright
As wind to summer grooms
In falling of yesterdays dark
Icily silver thread roses
All that in a window did spark
And winter in cold exposes
To go with a heart’s alone beat
Unaided to grow on old
Where apathy your loneliness treat
Without any passions unfold
The night in the dimmest of way
Flowers of loveless leaves
Where indifferences shadows play
Full in their moments grieves
To go with your spirit and soul
To unlock doors of lost
Giving it a fresh form and role
All that came of this frost
Strangers in the night are we
Dreaming our unlike dreams
Gathering closely momentarily
Where nothing alone seems
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