27 grudnia 2011
Snowdrops
Not once I’ve seen a gleam of light,
Not once I’ve felt the cooling wind;
But only one step towards the sight
Wakens my garden with a bitter mint.
Just the sight of the lively flowers
Can take my hours without a pause.
For I have been watching the towers
From a misty hill near my house.
I thought it must be someone near
Who said “no” to my darkest thoughts,
“She was and still is living, dear,
With you upon the snowdrops.”
The truth, I cannot answer
If it was whispered from my grounds,
But the voice seemed familiar
Like it was the quietness of the clouds.
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