Poor, you lean
In the dust malicious.
Cry steppe flowers,
Cries flying feather.
Wind will blow you,
Moans fall silent in the dust.
The sun behind the mountains fall -
You will sparkle in the distance.
26 July 1902
Poor, you lean
In the dust malicious.
Cry steppe flowers,
Cries flying feather.
Wind will blow you,
Moans fall silent in the dust.
The sun behind the mountains fall -
You will sparkle in the distance.
26 July 1902
