O incandescent dream   
from the depths of dark forests   
a flame rose   
to sing again.      
 
Rose and lilac   
on the grassy banks   
I took your hand   
and the poplars fell silent.      
 
Wisely rejected   
with a sad smile   
without the voice ringing.      
 
Even the clouds    
between shadow and light   
have awakened innocent freshness.      
 
 
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