tag:comonline.blog.co.uk,2009-11-09:/MokoFeed2009-11-09T14:37:45+01:00tag:comonline.blog.co.uk,2007-11-02:/2007/11/02/inside_me~3233962/salmina2007-11-02T10:38:15+01:002007-11-02T10:38:15+01:00 <p> Mihai Eminescu,<br> Now it's autumn...</p> <p>Now it's autumn, leaves roam and scatter,<br> Again the wind flings heavy drops against the glazing;<br> And you're reading old letters, tattered and fading<br> And retrace a whole life-time in just one hour.</p> <p>With sweet trifles you enjoy such time-wasting,<br> You'd hate to be disturbed by a tap on the shutter;<br> For when it's sleeting outside, it's so much better<br> To dream by the fireside, sleepily nodding.</p> <p>So I stay in my chair, staring into the fire,<br> Dreaming of old tales and a fairy queen's sighs;<br> Around me the mist rises higher and higher;</p> <p>Suddenly the rustling of silk makes me rise,<br> Steps so soft, barely touched by the old floor . . .<br> Then with slender, icy hands you hide my eyes. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://comonline.blog.co.uk/2007/11/02/inside_me~3233962/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>