The night wind runs into the forest
cold and the moon in the clear sky lights
meadows asleep:
sunflowers
fall asleep on the shoulders of daisies.
The night I wander lonely in the forest
;
in my nebulous
silence a sound comes from the past
me all the time: the echo of love
bells ringing in the narcissus
lonely next to the river, reflecting in
'
rippling water.
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