The World has divided in half
To Paradise and Hell
My Lord. What can be done?
Where’s the edge of life?
And what to do,
If darkness swirls around destiny?
For almost hundred years of prison
And coffins, coffins…
Beyond the edge of reason
Such outcome
That means that prison is
Where people are.
For the right of solitude
With myself
But it’s only in the dream
That whispers tide.
Tomorrow
© Copyright: Николай Трофимов, 2007
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