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Amethysts
When, igniting blue,
The blood-red day rages,
How often I call to the dusk,
The chill twilight of amythsts.
Let no scorching rays
Fire the violet facets.
Let only the candle's shimmer
Pour liquid and fiery there.
And, purpling and shivering,
May the glow promise us
That there is not mere bond,
But our radiant meeting.
Blue Grey Sky
The blue-grey sunset leaned closer,
The air swayed, tender, drunken,
And the blurred garden
Grew somehow more green.
And, repeating the Invisible
In clouds of muffled sadness,
In air and full of rain,
The trumpets played so softly.
Sudden as a blazing peal,
Something breaks the distance open:
Slashing the clouds,
The copper sun laughed.
January Fairy Tale
The witch's mask glittered,
Her crutch beat time...
My New Year's Tale,
My last tale. Isn't it you?
My lips didn't pray for fortune.
The stillness filled with shadow
And goblets of opened lilies
Breathed an otherworldly anguish.
And easing our extinguished visions,
The anguish-flowers spoke:
"We are as we were, always the same,
We are eternal... What are you?"
Silent!... Or is it better to dream
While the coals still smoulder?
This January sun is not so scorching,
So calescent its crystals.
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