The day was pale gray, Gray, how longing.
The evening became matt, as a woman's hand.
The rooms of evening hid heart,
Tired of gentle longing without end.
shaking hands, avoided meetings,
Sheltered laughter whiteness shoulders.
Long cut dress, the dress, like a snake,
At dusk whiter dress scales.
On a tablecloth in the dining room leaned down,
Referring hairstyles glowing persons.
Stookey heart often, intense look,
In my thoughts - he, deep, gentle, stuffy garden.
And silence, as a sign, We walked down.
On the steps of female rustling white robes.
Molcha sank without trace in the garden.
Sky glow softly flushed with shame.
It can be rolled red star.
June 1903. Bad Nauheim
