time, laundry time
Yellowing jaundice.
Birch - white funeral candles -
Flame flies and aching.
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Apstāv summer. Another moment
Sweet look on his face.
Pals meadow scent
Dzeltēdama dziest day.
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sun passed away,
Clouds funeral drink,
Laundry time, laundry time
A gray mist gate opens.
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And the last track of snow
I melt to the ground,
And leaving the tears
For a new encounter becomes
With roots in medicine dormant. . .
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immortality.
Earth cutting and land in tears.
Land be run every scar.
To destroy the land,
Sun erase.
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my way someone has needles in the grave.
Eye gates of the soul. Faded cheek.
Long ago it dzīvīte other forgiven
Would have to forgive yourself the same time.
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And all that heart once loved,
How far down the shadow zilst -
Your eyes look to the side
But does not distinguish and neiesilst;
Already a dull sun, ice,
What in the cold rain of rocks.
Dumb height.
Loneliness floor.
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the black, the jack-o\'-lantern, older
Weave white, eternal day.
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Maybe that hurts
Of hours to identify,
When tacitly abandoned.
Life present in autumn.
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Not that flicker, not the woodpecker
A dry tree, striking the cross -
Four men were walking along the road,
They will not come back anymore.
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-
we are.
We stay.
We continue.
Climbing the sunny heart of the flame
so steep shore wind,
And gray day
Radiated frost begins to mating
At the hour.
Sunny hearts -
there, in your eternal shore,
How do they piepulcējos,
gracious me when sand cover,
Rainy, nesaulaino?
But nekurnot you leave.
As the candle on the grave
minor frost star will burn
At the hour.
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to remain in your love
As painful and as a measure of happiness.
What remains? In nothing more.
Neither joy, dreams, tears, and no hatred. Saturiņicīts>
chopped star needles
besprent sia
where there ceases range
time window opens
Fate slowly insinuate themselves into the ground and covered with grass
and leaving the hot line
the luminosity and breathable
Your body like a river outflow
but I still have the fog
the white bar across the river
the fog still has me
obedient ignited his pain -
brightness is known. The only thing that will save.
It is time for now, when I have time over the tomb. Saturiņicīts>
went there - nowhere
and left behind traces. Saturiņicīts>
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