Under dimness of ground Our parents are still sleeping Waiting for undying awaking Between the ancestors The night has dumped thick Layers of dark loam. The rustle is throbbing In cool winds of spring Tender uncorked buds Are unfettered to flourish. The snow is melting At the top of mountain Valleys rejoice exalted Rivers are reversing Their flow from the oceans Retreating back in the clouds. Morning Star arises Above, beyond, at zenith Light gushes from darkness The hearts are hatching Breaking the eggshells White coffins of light.
sâmbătă, 31 mai 2025