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Person in evening gown gathering leaves at dusk near a temple

Person in evening gown gathering leaves at dusk near a temple

When dusk layers the roads, lies heavily over roofs of temples, I stretch my legs to find you pausing at a door looking out. Alone, in evening gown, you gather a handful of leaves that have survived the years and by your terms defer to peace. Trees and decaying temples vanish into distance, in starfall you stand at the westward-facing mount. A lock of brightness swings onto your face, your gown’s figure against the wall’s relief. Hearts are not to be moved by love. The past is wet on your Mehr sehen