The black snow runs down from the rooftops;
A red finger dips into your brow;
Blue snow flakes sink into the empty room,
They are a lovers- dying mirrors.
Heavy and torn to pieces the mind muses,
Follows the shadow in the mirror of blue snow flakes,
The cold smile of a deceased harlot.
The evening-s wind weeps in the scent of carnations.
Delirium
Georg Trakl
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Poem topics: mirror, red, smile, wind, evening, shadow, room, finger, mind, cold, black, heavy, blue, snow, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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