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I stand alone and gaze upon the field full of crosses

I stand alone and gaze upon the field full of crosses,
In silence, with an empty soul, I think of the days that have passed,
My pockets are full of sad thoughts, like faithful dogs,
I stand alone and listen to the rustling of bones, the echo of the past, of vivid memories.
The wind blows gently, like a caress of wings, over the wax bell of my thoughts,
It resonates in my soul like a call, an untold story, a melody of silence,
But at the first crossroads, at the corner of the first street, someone might appear,
Wrapped in a rain of light, with eyes shining like stars in the night sky.
And then, in an instant, I will feel captured by his divine charm,
He will have to cover me with his cloak, to shield me from the morning chill,
For a gentle rain or snowfall might come, as a gift of fate,
To envelop us in its tenderness, to embrace our souls and bodies, gracefully.
With him will also come a cursed sleet, people would say it's just cold weather,
But in our hearts, it will find fertile ground, it will freeze even the warm thoughts,
So, while the light surrounds our memories, we will remain here,
With bones freshly washed by all the tears and experiences, with souls open to life.
While the begging pigeons fly above me, in endless circles,
Philanthropists have put bread crumbs on balconies, but I think of something else,
In my heart, a millstone weighs heavily, a symbol of pain and renunciation,
But now, determined, I have chosen to leave, to start a new journey, another path.
I imagine that I start from a barn drowned in steam and twilight,
Traveling through dense forests, crossing endless expanses of greenery,
Until I reach a grove, a bush, where Sister Well awaits me,
I will lay my thoughts on the damp grass, I will lean against her old trunk.
I will lose myself in her deep gaze, in the clear and silent waters,
I will let all the sadness and unrest drain away, lost in the depths,
For in her presence, in her cold arms, I will find rest and comfort,
And the field full of crosses will become a place of peace, and my suffering will be conquered by love.

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