Südamed sõeluvad salaja - Esta Aksli

I was left ashen as a weeping willow. Would someone tell me why the heart-touching beauty that makes most people laugh and cheer has made me cry my whole life? Is it because I sense its passing, its transience, my inability to stop time, which takes everything beautiful and valuable with it? Although I know that in our small country, fortunately, the colors of the seasons change and everything that passes repeats itself again, I truly have a pure fear hidden in the depths of the world, which, if put into words, would sound succinctly: "But what if I'm no longer there to enjoy all this?"

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