The haze of the South
the warmth in the eyes
is how the mountain outlines
left in me, unspoken
by sunsets
by the ghosts of what never happened
the echoes measured the distance
still not having found a form, they wander
just like you and me
through our valleys
the saddened silence in me
I'll enshrine as an aftertaste
of the grape sun
look at who you are now, sweetheart
desperately enfolding me
with the warmth of the land of the Upper Rhine
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