The women returns to the old garden
And startles
Because her chickens sudently swarm around
Although their wings are ragged
But they yet live
And are happy because she comes back.
The women sits in the yellow-red-violet garden
She sees in eyes of chickens
And guessed the man who still brings food for them
She smiles
The Angel Apollo so
And fast falls down behind mountains.
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