Have no places there to go,
Have no reason to reborn;
Pagan signs
Fill the breathing of my soul.
Riding winds by thundercloud,
Dreaming nothing all about,
Just hearty memories
Are whirling me around.
Insane jealousy was knit…
Now in past this hell is leaved,
And my flesh lies
In the barrow of oak’s leaves heap…
I’ve been perished at my will,
Can’t remember sharp blued steel,
What I ventured to take
To get rid of hapless fear!
Flying untroubled with a first snow,
Shimmering in afterglow…
You still can feel my love
In charm of mystic fall.
The mystic fall
© Copyright: Мария Каштанова, 2008
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