Still land sad kind of…
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Still land sad kind of,
And the air breathes too in the spring,
And dead in the field stalk sways,
And the fir branch stirs —
Yet nature did not Wake up,
But through thinning sleep
Spring heard she
And she smiled involuntarily…
Soul, soul, slept and you…
But what do you care all of a sudden,
Your dream caresses and kisses
And gold your dreams?..
Glisten and melt chunks of snow,
Glitters the blue of the blood…
Or spring the bliss?..
Or the female love?..