Weary souls suddenly surrenders…

Weary souls suddenly surrenders,
Looking at the bosom of the last days,
That life belittling laughs
Reflection over their shadows;

Look at those memories, –
And recoil, and freeze,
Sensing meager Desire
Discard life past oppression…

But those desires - not alive,
And there is the same sincerity
There, where so dull, ugly
decayed life, pogasnul light…

6 January 1900

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