Blandishment
Kingdom of dreams where I roam.
Here is red horse crossing a stream,
And motionless clouds hang above golden hills.
Reflection of stars in a mirror of swamps
Make you to forget where you come from.
This is a land that we all know.
This is a place from nobody return.
I am here right now, surrounded by the rain.
Water is life - life I can not sustain.
I see an angel or maybe a big bird;
It is not so important who brought shadow of the last Moon.
I just hope she is real as a tear of a widow.
Primitive gods rule this sweet kingdom.
January 17, 1997
wrt: Andrey Prudnikov
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