While the men bathe in the glory of spring,
like a bare tree i stood,
stripped off of all human feelings.
and my soul was,
like a leaf,
decending down towards the earth,
warmth,hope and compassion.
with shattered dreams,
i crashed on the cold floor
for even earth betrayed me,
as the autumn.
what more had i asked for?
only a hope.
a hope not of spring,
a prolonged autumn,
for iam afraid,
not of the men but;
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