When the clouds settle like rain at night.
And the sound of drops fades in the yard.
I walk alone, frowning at dawn.
Wandering in the forest at dawn.
The enticing coolness draws me.
The smoky, soft veil of fog.
And the heart-crushing, spicy delight.
Carries me into the intoxicating distance.
The charm of meadows, fields, and trees,
Stirs all my senses in my soul.
And the enchantment of heavenly beauty
Fills my heart with unspeakable joy.
I gather the spring sap of a birch tree.
Taking it to the brim, I press it to my lips.
And infusing myself with the scent of earth,
I give it my full love.
I am drawn by the alluring coolness
of the smoky, soft veil of fog.
And the heart-crushing, spicy delight.
Carries me into the intoxicating distance.
The scent of earth
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