Blue Myshkin Flowers – Waltz

I dare not the dream of love hear, 

for the fear that my soul be stirred.

The white dress and flowers you wear,

mine eyes your beauty lured.

Confused I am, in the wine I consumed, 

in a darkest hour coldness caresses.

Oh my memories I bear, pages float in the air,

sweet red roses of a purpleheart tear.

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