We scarcely feel able to express what's happening
in one's soul.
I could not move an inch
from where I stood
I could not put an end
to my torment
sadly I looked down at a spot
where I once rested
beneath a willow tree
on a hot summer day
I shed my last tear
from my anguished spirit
Unremitting passion, weariness of life
I lay down and in that peaceful morning hour
of awakening
the decision still unresolved
have I endured my fill of sorrows?
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