Relief
There was the night
I had a dream
I was in fight
With restless stream
I wasn’t well
It was so strange
I heard the bell
It sang for change.
It sang for me
It called for love
It was like bee
In ears. Enough!
Please, stop the show
For me – I said
And voice of woe
Cried loudly: Fate!
There was the morning
There’s my scream
I had no longing
For this dream.
I looked at ceiling
Breaking grief
With happy feeling
Of relief.
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