Your soft assault assuages soot
Your veil of tears: a Gifted Earth -
Here lovers meet from different Times
Inside your Veil, your wild Wind Dance
Your eyes shine, pierce the fog-hushed Air
Within your grasp, my naked trance...
Lovers touch from times Ago
I weep to be within that Dream;
I glimpsed them in a photograph
Appearances deceive
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