Along the pavement…

Along the pavement, still wet from her tears

I glide mouth open collecting these tiny spheres

A window open, while locks of hair part revealing a face

Pale!, with all the signs of a saddening race

 

Out-of-control pace I turn back just in that space

Of slippery steps which quicken the race

In consoling her, a lovely face!, if only

A spiral blue staircase would appear at the curtain-base

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