What difference - alive or dead?
It wasn't hard to dare.
Cold wind is blowing, wings are spread
Towards refreshing air.
In heaven, where moonbeams pale,
So quiet and secure,
My solitude's the richest veil
And dusk's the finest cure.
Enchanting tunes of darkness heal,
Becoming calmer... lower...
Night, give me shelter - no, reveal,
Are all my tortures over?
Forgotten earth now dreamy lies
And slowly disappears
Through mist as stars reflect in eyes
To gleam instead of tears.
The tired soul doesn't bleed,
No pain's left to share -
Let endless way of sielence lead
In twilight to nowhere...
26 февраля.
Nocturne
© Copyright: Чеза Ламборн, 2006
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Thank you, my dear:) That was the condition of soul - sad and beautiful...
Чеза Ламборн 02.03.2006 19:11 Заявить о нарушении
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