I walk among blossoming trees
already in summer
my heart is as imminent
and severe happy to sing
and patterning of sound
cultured stones streaming
clean stones have been like water
my Lord, I still watching
summer black opened fire
by a bushy sign from heaven
and flowering past hell-storm
with lightning reached down
what a fire in my heart to silence
that hot summer and black fire
preserve my heart of fire flower
sign from heaven as hell storm
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