We don`t take in the fire`s ash,
Blinding us with dancing glass,
We`re used to meet this screaming flash
With no prizm of prejudice...
And we forgive each painful trace,
That burns throughout our lives
For peace and warmth in winter days,
For care and passion, that revives..
One day, as custom, summer`s crown
Enlightens our souls prison,
Dresses us in golden gown,
And for the guardian stays no reason..
Still fire burns and flame is tamed,
Still kind and gentle is caress ,
But die is cast and choice was made
From life take more, from you get less.
And tongues of flame are sneaking tears,
Cadaverous like childhood echo..
In shell retiring for release
And candle`s light enchants my dekko...
(2006)
Deliverance
© Copyright: Талвир, 2007
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