All’s lost, gone and flying,
swiftly passed into the gloom.
Only fires were burning,
only ashes could bloom.
It vanished away, disappeared
with bitter tears of grief.
This nightmare was brightly defeated
with the advent of morning relief.
Impro
© Copyright: Асраи Деониский, 2006
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