the door half open,
Wafted sweet limes ...
On the table are forgotten
Whip and gloves.
Circle of yellow lamps ...
Rustle heed.
Why you left?
I do not understand…
Joyfully and clearly
Tomorrow morning will.
This life is beautiful,
A heart, whether it is wise.
You're quite tired,
fuss quieter, Wilderness ...
You know, I read,
What immortal soul.
