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Through TimesI come to a forgotten forgotten apple gardenThat hasn't borne fruit for a long long time I've found a proper place like arden For thoughts that torment my soul and grime And lo! at once all that was dying Has started turning into beautiful shadows The apples are glittering with the golden splendour And smell like nothing ever swallows I am not alone in this garden I see thousands of souls United in one outburst To attain indivisible bliss Even principal writer-of-the-blessing is here But gleamy darkness tears my vision to pieces And golden juice pierces my eyes I see nothing but rotting apples Dry branches and grey skies...... |