And on your eye - lashes
there was a bright dew,
And in your hair -
a smell of the past summer.
You smiled at the stars, at the flowers.
You were quiet like a silence...
The violet heathers followed you -
they withered, when you let them go.
All the winds looked for you -
You were like a dream:
calm, beautiful, lost in thoughts,
so near, and so far.
And on your eye - lashes
there was a bright dew,
And in your hair
a smell of the past summer.
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