The Joy of Sprin
With dusk comes joy on angels´ wings
and touches our garden with hovering foot,
strews sun - dust into the baby´s crib
and turns the lilac blossom white.
But no-one heeds the grace it brings
nor hears it kindly greet,
for under seven seals its secret ´s hid
and to mem´ry only ´tis brought to light.
(Nachdichtung: Derek Donaldson)
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