So close are you, and yet
The more the time goes by
The faster far away
The fallen leaves will fly
My tree, you only bloom
So lonely, in the wind,
At times when strikes of it
Get quieter in my dreams
I’ve wanted you to grow
So, roots of yours are strong
So, where the water fed you
Would always you belong
Instead you rise so high,
So freely you unfold
That no soil that brought up you
Can handle you and hold
And easy, like a bird
Will leave the ground you
Until some foreign land
Shall seize your seed anew
Well, farewell, my tree:
I wish you sunny skies
I will bring frequent rains to you
My love will never die.
August 2000
Юле
© Copyright: Bomoh, 2002
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