When you walk, always go to the end

In the spring to the pink bouquet,

in summer to ripe wheat,

fall to full shelf,

in winter to the snow queen,

in the book to the last line,

in life to the real truth,

in itself to redness over one and the other face.

But if you don’t come neither the first nor the second

to the deck and the real smithy

try:

again

and again

and again..........and again..........and again TP