She passed in the half smile
of a lost summer season ..
Only leaving a pale glint
in the mirror of illusions ,
flight suspended on the
inconstancy of the lake ...
Dead waters memory ,
dressed in times of melancholy ,
evanescent dream ...
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Proto-celtic translation)
Bané liskos .
Si sperùat en semi-ridé
iyo'n kùesit samara mesé .
Oino leikùenté a gùelé gùaisos
oni derkos fantasmakoì ,
Fliextos andenutos
ana-stekkom iyo liskos ...
Mortu-dubba mnariya ,
ùasonaktos dubron timos ,
sùebnos marùos ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Beautiful words make for a dream like image in this painting of words. Well done my friend
Thank you ! I added a few lyrics !
Most welcome Lorenz
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