Soft life grows in the stillness
Step and heart hurries through the green
Loving stays at hedges,
That heavily fill up with scents.
Beech ponders; the moist bells
Fell silent, the fellow sings
Fire embraces darkness
O patience and mute rejoicing.
Beautifully animated, silent night
Still gives glad courage to the end.
Golden wine, offered by
A sister’s blue hands.
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