The book is closed
The advertants life
Undulate in mind tomorrow
When lights shine unfulfilled
Looks surprised streamers
I know, I know the only injury
To believe it sometimes as a summer
Where old memory will dissipate
A man, a woman to love
We would often alert a
common measure to the next we
Would go to celebrate plum innocence
The aftermath ensure a jewel
Covered with a fleeting time
We two amuserions
For a sea, a town in the rain
But Alor s I'm in unison
I immerse myself in ourselves
Ourselves forever
As Novalis epigram
From a closed book I was reading