About myself

I am the darkness, my soul is the light,
I am the knife,crossing down to the right.

My soul is filled with ink-stains,
Not looking at me they play their games.

The light is my death. The power is my love.
The shout is my birth. The still is my life.

I wish you were my friend and priest,
You wish I were your bow of gist.

I want you to embrace me for ever,
To save my heart and destiny with prayer.


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why is light is your death?
your poem is nice but it's very sad

BR

Дмитрий Борисович Ли   27.12.2008 20:08     Заявить о нарушении
In time I wrote it, I was in depression ))

Анна Атаханова   27.12.2008 20:41   Заявить о нарушении
i hope you is very seldom in depression. is't it?

Дмитрий Борисович Ли   27.12.2008 20:48   Заявить о нарушении
Yes, you are right, I often feel happy, but I like to write about depression. ))

Анна Атаханова   27.12.2008 21:21   Заявить о нарушении
probable. you write poems in depression. it is clear. you have no time for writing a poems when you happy))

Дмитрий Борисович Ли   27.12.2008 23:26   Заявить о нарушении