I can still see you: an Echo,to be touched with Feeler-Words, on the Parting-Ridge.
Your face softly shies away,when all at once there islamp-like brightnessin me, at the Point,where most painfully one says Never.
I can still see you: an Echo,to be touched with Feeler-Words, on the Parting-Ridge.
Your face softly shies away,when all at once there islamp-like brightnessin me, at the Point,where most painfully one says Never.