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Words were a river junction They poured forth from the sea of the soul They shed pain as burning and searing The more you struggle, the more poison they pour. One side the shade of the ancient plane tree One side the violet hyacinth’s claw Not the end of the path, but the path itself Was the mist of happiness. Between two lines lay nothing but blood I dreamed of nightmares Defending sunny days for me There was only one dark sovereignty. This winter, like a ruin, it sheds leaves Their scent seems