| Out of the Emptiness | ||
| For what there was | ||
| I will cry | ||
| For what never can become – | ||
| It digs a well in my heart | ||
| that doesn’t goes away | ||
| A hope I have left – the only one for now | ||
| that there may grow | ||
| green, soft moss | ||
| at the bottom, and a strong | ||
| climbing Caprifolium…. | ||
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