Paul Verlaine. (№ 325611)

The forest seemed frozen,
Twilight and the rest.
Our feverish fervor
We fill the silence.
And the silent spruce,
Sleepily whispering oak
Drink slowly hops
Our souls, our lips.
№ 325611   Added Viker 14-05-2018 / 08:55

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