die Brise der Romantik

this dream of her
music of a mystic harp
carried on an unfamiliar wind
the fragrance of quince
and exotic oranges
mixed with foreign perfumes
this dream intoxicates
yet sobers my resolve
so I listen to the music
inhale the citrus air
and on that unfamiliar wind
her singing calls me near.

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