It bitters
just before the sunrise find its dew
and after the dew have been sipped
(Anyway, could never heal the nights
wherein the hours stretched into dawn
while flames searched hard for the light)
Life searched (to leave me)
meanwhile Sun silently extinguished the mists
by the still and calm mountain ash over the creek
Life will come (to love me)
in certainty,
in the violets waving forestshadows
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