Flowering
Flowering
Flowering,
the hours, waves of happiness,
the glowing of unknown stars
and among all flowers my love
like flowers of spring on a winter day.
Flowering,
my heart is flowering
between yesterday and tomorrow
and yet the distance wants to drown me
with yesterday’s waves,
with the beat of wings
of unknown creatures.
Do you hear these songs
and slender music,
so easy to injure?
Daylight is dying away,
satisfied, like a lamp
of steel,
but I am full of wishes
full of desires.
Flowering,
waves, engraved in the vast sea
with the colours of vastness and loneliness
attract you with their songs.
Do you hear the singing from the distance,
do you hear it?
The stars with their shining
are warming the winter and
the waters of a silent future.
Flowering,
with this they pass more rapid,
the bitter hours of loneliness
with their sad look of strange stars.
And there I am,
with my love,
rising like flowers from the snow.
My heart is flowering
between yesterday and tomorrow.
Do you hear the songs from the distance,
sweet as honey but also a little sad?
Do you see the waves, do you hear the beat of wings?
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