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11.04.23 01:13 AM
Now it’s autumn,leaves roam and scatter
Again the wind flings heavy drops againstthe glazing
And you’re reading old letters,tattered and fading
And retrace a whole life-time in just one hour.
With sweet trifles you enjoy such time-wasting
You’d hate to be disturbed by a tap on the shutter:
For when it’s sleeting outside,it’s so much better
To dream by the fireside,sleepily nodding.
So I stay in my chair,staring into the fire
Dreaming of old tales and a fairy queen’s sighs;
Around me the mist rises higher and higher;
Suddenly the rustling of silk makes me rise,
Steps so soft,barely touched by the old floor….
Then with slender,icy hands you hide my eyes