Entangled in the web
of memories, in April
and in the pain
of my silly heart
Touched by death
and the scent of lillies
i walk in greening meadows
under the willow trees
And in the river
i saw my blood flowing
There i felt my desire
reaching for you
My soul came out
into my skin, and
the trees are shooting,
a greeting to stars and moon
Dreaming in birds' song
breathing sun and sky
still entangled in April
wounded by being alive
I must leave and be still
in this my holy silence
to shed my skin
and rest my head.
But here i cannot stay
when the spring tickles
my feet to come out
and be awake to life.
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