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All the same clouds overhead, like fate’ white sails

The same endless sky above us,

I still admire: and the grass,

And as well I admire meltwater on sunny days.

Everything remains as if unchanged perceptibly…

But why the eyes with easy sadness

Have become the attribute indispensable? —

Did the spring storm in them go out sudden?

01.01.2021