Farewell
The sun in fiery mist fell down,
the dear voice has saddened more,
the feature I had to restore!
And whistlihg of jolly birds
and the shadow of curtain,
all showerinf leaves‘ accord –,
the sounds of terrain.
Farewell my friend. Farewell.
The longer is the way from the father home,
my microcosm gets more and more unreal.
Farewell, old chap. Excuse the youth ideal.
I was selleted like a functioner
for implementing the future comparison
where other scales lost the meaning of decision,
no acquisition for the living there.
Farewell my youth, my flowering past,
I saw my father ‘s home through encompassing stages,
the melancholy sounds that we trust
in cosmic dreams and innocence courageous.
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