Cases come to pass.
days are numbered.
We are here to pray
In the sleepy river.
There's ice floated
In the days of spring.
And the days were forgotten!
How far!
My day achievements,
He finished himself.
My spirit is naked,
For all the singing.
Tired, enamored,
I'm waiting for you.
Sullen, sleepless,
Cold, how ice.
4 Martha 1903
