I climb alone sometimes
To that cave where lie buried
Empty citadels of abandoned passion
Night owns the space today
Where bloomed many aeons ago
Daily glories of yellow blazes
Here in the quiet, I light my oil lamp
lie down waiting for scarlet-brown
Apparitions of the past to warm the wall.
To that cave where lie buried
Empty citadels of abandoned passion
Night owns the space today
Where bloomed many aeons ago
Daily glories of yellow blazes
Here in the quiet, I light my oil lamp
lie down waiting for scarlet-brown
Apparitions of the past to warm the wall.
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