Strange and new looking pages
Tested old books.
I am dreaming of the white birds disappeared,
I feel torn instant.
Life noisy tune excited,
a whisper, cry confused,
White dream still chained
By the shores of later times.
white You, in the depths of nesmutima,
In life - a strict and angry.
Secretly worrying and secret lover,
Virgo, dawn, Tussock.
Cheeks fade from golden-haired virgins,
Dawn will not last forever, like dreams.
Thorns crowned humble and wise
Bush stands with white fire.
4 April 1902
