Long sorrow blankets the world
deep in its white mourning,
and when brief joy comes
and covers the land in green,
and Sun is supreme in the blue,
quickly chill grief rides in the air
and withers the grass and the leaf,
brings the moaning nights
when cold stars twinkle
between the streaming clouds,
and the first snowflake falls
and pierces the fading heart.
22.07.2026
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