Posted by malthus on September 21, 2004, at 21:36:39
In the lute I am note,
perfume in the violet,
fleeting passion in tombs
and in the ruins ivy.I laugh on the hills
whisper in the tall grass,
sigh in the clear ripple
and cry in the dry leaf.There is in me a spirit, like in the flowers
of a million perfumes, sweet vapors,
and its intriguing fragrance,
drives the soul that adores it crazy.Spirit without name,
indefinable essence,
I live a life
with no form of idea.
poster:malthus
thread:393496
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