With the music
As if it were spring
I wandered into the woods
Riding a stag
Deprived of time and love
There
Where shadows grew vivid
Where black snows fell
I searched for the river of wine
Intoxicated by the smoke
Of a burning thicket
What I longed for
Rots again
There
When I told
The fairy on water
To take me
With her flaming hair
With dew so fresh
To her white garden of magic
When the soul ascends
It vanquishes the ritual
And freezes the heart
I will release the stag
And nature will lead it
Across the river
Far away
Saša Milivojev
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