Ein Rosenzweig
A Spray of Roses
Modern Times CD
Morgenstern
It was in the South. At night. An alley.
I stepped out of your house and shut the door
and turned to look up once more;
then a flower stem from your attic fell
to the pavement – I stooped quickly
to take in your breath still warm from your mouth
on the heavy roses whose scented greeting bridged
all the sorrows of our brief parting.
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