Echoing voices invaded my slumber...
Someone is touching the mist of the curtains -
Mystic delusions are growing in number,
Running away would be totally worthless.
Chimneys are singing and spitting with cinders,
Wind seems to laugh and to tease - with no mercy...
Sheen of the sunrise is licking the window -
Darkness inside is subsiding and cursing.
...Feels like my soul is a flickering candle,
Only my love keeps it shining and burning...
They say, there's nothing in life we can't handle...
Nights anyway turn to radiant mornings...
Open your heart to the music of aeons.
Tear apart every tie with the matter...
...Чувствуешь? - крылья в полете раскрылись,
Чтобы наполниться солнечным ветром...
The Effect of Defeated Expectancy
© Copyright: Диана Насретдинова, 2010
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I really like the raw mystical quality this piece imparts.
Nice work!
Беляева Дина 30.03.2010 05:16 • Заявить о нарушении
Nice work!
Беляева Дина 30.03.2010 05:16 • Заявить о нарушении