That`s enough to feel alone
When you are just far from home.
Till nights are not important for me,
Till days have value, that I can`t see
Methinks, the roads in the swamps are shorter,
Howether, death smells like that swampy water.
To get an explosion – just get one match.
There is a lot of marsh-gas.
You wasn`t asleep, but you won`t be awake
Your ash and your dust won`t be my ache.
You may touch the sky,
Flying to the edge of the Earth, somewhere high
Are you sure you wanted to fly?
Explosion
© Copyright: Алена Фомкина, 2008
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