Lovers scattered on the floor Stolen time Stolen horse Ride around the fragrant room Flower in bloom Violet Like a sigh to my naked eye But my eyes are not shy I want to see you Violet She comes softly like a breeze Like a ghost Falling leaves Like the silence after violence In the last light of day Violet plays Violet plays Through the window Past the steering wheel Beneath the knees As the faithful kneel Riding inter-cities on the train At the edge Of usual grey Between the lines of poetry In all the places spirits are seen.
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