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dying dahlia petals
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Hyacinth garden
how far along the summer
your skin deeply ripened
bronzed by the swelter of the sun
close to naked yourself, you dip into the sea
gone to the water
under the touch of my gaze
by the bay mouth
still we see sails of summer
and your body
still fragrances of love
a thirst for joys, in my resilience
night after night they go along into lazy day’s
next to last with dying dahlia petals nearness
back then we were son and daughter of the muses
but now this dream it was just a dream
the eyes of autumn have outcomes
now some clouds have fallen to the land
summer’s last moon is already yellowed above you
as the wild waves surge
while winds blow away the stained color of the sky
a single gull lofts on the rooftop
of the twin lighthouses
for a journey into yesterday
that will never return
