FROM FAIRYLAND I WAS BORN into stark
And shadowy place that reminds me of ark
Of dreams, inspirations but peeling the bark,
I noticed beneath what looked like a mark —
Discovering which I found my luck
Which landed on fortune that I interrupt
By giving in torture of finding corrupt
And hideous meaning in what I was up
To change, but my feeling
Has stumbled on ice
Of things I was willing
To clean and to dust,
My sloth and my lust
For what I was dreaming,
The cream and the crust
Of lost paradise.
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- Anna L. Zontova
25.03.05 Moscow
From Fairyland I Was Born
© Copyright: Анна Зонтова, 2005
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