Close your eyes
And let yourself to wind…
The air dies
And rising sun will bleed…
The dawn’s bladder
With its blood so sweet
Reflects black adder
And soul gone with it…
When we die
The sun will rise,
That would not dazzle eyes…
When we die
We’ll fly with stars
And won’t feel cold of their ice…
When we die
A shrilling cry
In despair will deny
The lie of sense of barren life,
Lulling lie, eternal lie,
The sweet lie they glorify!..
So close your eyes
And let yourself to wind…
The air dies…
And rising moon will bleed…
(2004)
When we die
© Copyright: Талвир, 2007
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