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The scent is smoky...
The scent is smoky,
the taste is wine -
The air is acrid -
I draw a line...
A hint of pepper
and mountain ash,
Pouring some red juice -
Time makes a dash.
Velvet in shadows
to overflow
Light's smoothing some strokes
and bring some hoar...
Rich multicoloured
The foliage kaleidoscope:
Madeira colour
and gold to drop...
The sun is melting
In envelopes...
The viscous resin
On the pine bark
And we are diving
Into the dark...
A piece of corduroy
touching the grooves
You're putting off that all -
with gentle moves...
Sun's slipping down
To the cobwebs
You're coming to me
By silent steps...
We're falling down
on the warm grass
touching each other -
The hottest palms...
Losing the track of time -
losing the paths
We're filling with love
Our lonely hearts...
The roots and forests
rich autumn gardens,
where there are ripe
plums, apples, anise...
Where there's rich
and juicy harvest -
branches are bending
close to the ground...
Fragrance is melting
In the dense warmth
The oak is hung
with brown acorns;
A row of tight moss
Suede mushroom tops
crossing the edge
of the rich forest...
Fruitful as from a horn
Abundance - it's the time
when we were born
again in silence...
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By MariThe scent is smoky,
the taste is wine -
The air is acrid -
I draw a line...
A hint of pepper
and mountain ash,
Pouring some red juice -
Time makes a dash.
Velvet in shadows
to overflow
Light's smoothing some strokes
and bring some hoar...
Rich multicoloured
The foliage kaleidoscope:
Madeira colour
and gold to drop...
The sun is melting
In envelopes...
The viscous resin
On the pine bark
And we are diving
Into the dark...
A piece of corduroy
touching the grooves
You're putting off that all -
with gentle moves...
Sun's slipping down
To the cobwebs
You're coming to me
By silent steps...
We're falling down
on the warm grass
touching each other -
The hottest palms...
Losing the track of time -
losing the paths
We're filling with love
Our lonely hearts...
The roots and forests
rich autumn gardens,
where there are ripe
plums, apples, anise...
Where there's rich
and juicy harvest -
branches are bending
close to the ground...
Fragrance is melting
In the dense warmth
The oak is hung
with brown acorns;
A row of tight moss
Suede mushroom tops
crossing the edge
of the rich forest...
Fruitful as from a horn
Abundance - it's the time
when we were born
again in silence...
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