I'm watching the winter sunrise
That cold as my heart aspiration.
This moment... Like year of ice
Is endless... For what this damnation?
The sky over city so clear,
So close at this heigh... Blowing gently
My hair, wind doesn't know fear..
At me looking future intently...
Next step... And I'm closing my eyes...
..The flowers of rust kill my vision
Of dream..
All but only its cries!!
Not ready for deadly decision...
Despite dying soul I believe
In light from the ashes like sparkness.
For eternal moving I live,
Escaping again from the darkness...
Escape from the darkness
© Copyright: Виктория Анастасьевская, 2010
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