Features familiar faces…

Features familiar faces,
familiar lights
Go away from me.
I remember the one
They, my poor,
dreamy days,
When you, besides,
He is waiting for me in the shade,
And the way ran, viyas,
And we were alone…

Such it was then -
My gloomy dawn,
The beginning of all the beatitudes,
All the unprecedented troubles.
When I flash
He - a real light?
When I sparkle
He - a fiery sunrise?
When did he crows
He - a joyful response?

28 December 1901

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