I remember how often we talked

For hours and hours and how lonesome we walked.

Between the long parries ,we slushed

The land .Together hands in hand and you blushed.

So often and the tinkling sheep rather amazed.

All those whispers in the lonely shades

And the sighs and vows and that smile

Upon your lips -I remember . Then mile upon mile

We staggered ,in the misty eves

I don’t know why all of them seem to cease.

Thus a strange fog has filled my mind

Which seems so kind and benign

Full of strong lust and blissful dreams

And to me future seems

A foot ahead , but someone mumbles

Leave the track or you’ ll stumble.