Why far away are You, my Darling?
I have seen at break of day, neath light-rays crimson:
It was not possible to tie a floral string.
Blossomed are flowers in many colors;
They entreat sweetness, beg Your affection.
Having come a bit close for a second,
You disappeared, forgetting tears.
With a reddish glow leaning toward west,
The mind would keep holding still then.
At evening on horizon is the darkness;
You did send from hiding a deep sleep.
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My grip You always slip through.
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