Meeting Benches World art in all forms
PILGRIM
The faithful mirror of those dark eyes, the interior retains a golden reflection. It seems that it draws from the deep chest, the light therein placed by grief. And you invite me, innocent girl, to dive in that your nighttime look. You want me to turn on you, and me with you, the crazy love, and in the cup of sin, smiling, incline to me, here, death.
(Eduard Morike)
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