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In the summer night

I was falling from the deepest skies

Into the soil, into the thirsty grass

And every star was touching my pain,

And every tree was whispering my name -

Unaware, unaware!

United with the crystal wind

I turned into the four-armed fiery circle

To grab the whole world in my hand

Sowing the seeds of the morning light

Upon the sleeping fields and meadows

Unfathomed yet so well-known

Were the vibrant clouds,

Blessing my last breath and then

Going slowly towards the mysterious horizons

Of their own existence

Where the thunders are the way of life,

Where the mountains bleed with blood of mine,

I am being shown under the Moon eclipse again

How to die!