Mischa Fr.

My darling, I love you when the autumn rain
runs in slow rivulets down your window pane
I love you when the spring flowers
populate the meadows after the rain showers
...

Could you be the blip of calm
on the edge of my consciousness…
Could you be the absolute end
to my loneliness…
...

In the night garden
where life makes sense
where starlight glows
and a feeling one knows
...

A lily-scented river so pearly
before dawn when it’s still early
Twilight tinkle of frogs
Moss growing on logs
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The serenity of smiles
like raindrops upon the roof tiles
The gargoyle wings flutter
as rainwater runs down the gutter
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