The little stream which flows out from heart
the warm little drops they dropp from eyes,
all we want, we wish already was given to us,
all what straitens and tantalizes our hearts
will disappear, dissolve without telling a word.
The little stream puts together all our pains,
its bottom from stones will washing them and clear,
flows away all the soil, mess, gried and bitterness,
change them at a fresh, bright, luminous love drink.

(c) shipka

Maria Shipka

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