In twilights I remember
your beauty as a blue flower

who cannot forget luxuriance
you sketch my lonely silence

like a silent dream full of blue images
will I be when my sieve of words awakens

in mind back to the familiar sea
there this homesickness will finally leave me

beyond the horizon of your natural charm
and all questions remain silent

in the smile with which you disarm me
without sounds, serene in quiet calm

 you mirror the twilights of existence.

© Violette Z.
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