She sat on floor and sorted letters
From a pile, that was in front of her,
And like the coooled and rare ashes
She raised them up, then downfalled.
She took the sheets and looked at them
So mistically, so strangely –
As soul looks from height of heaven
For its earth body, left forever…
How much a life was in that sheets,
Irrevocable, gone throughout!
How much a love they go to keep,
The minutes sad and love, killed finally.
I stood aside and wished to kneel
Before her in the excitation! ..
And falled at last into sad feel,
As from a nice and awful shadow.
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