Day like a petal, petal like a day;
Indomitable will can’t stand its game
When, slightly touching lightly flies away;
While burning scarlet color has no flame –
Love-wounded – oh, Lord! – Love-required day!
Not a passionate weeping, nor a clever thought
Shows me that all is worthless in this world;
With snow, winter covers our autumn plot –
It’s nothing, Angel: to your breast I’m fold,
With petals’ the best lesson I’ve been taught…
Day Like a Petal...
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