I’m your look, and I’m your hand,
Stay with me, you cannot run.
Dream, the time is as the sand.
I’m not puppet, it’s not fun.
It’s not game, I’m cannot hate.
Please, no masks, where’s your face?
Is it souls? Can separate?
Nights are longer than all days...
Did you lost my gift – your might?
Eyes of dragon looked as stars.
Stay with me because I’m light.
And the sky is shown its scars.
The Fear
© Copyright: Михаил Чуклин, 2010
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