The sun has sat behind the line
And sleep has come to us:
There's nothing else except for thy
Remembrance of the past;
An evil place this murky Earth:
Its beauty is yet bless!
It's always that, a dirty curse
Is part of what bless has;
All little secrets of the world
Reside inside the lurking dark,
Deflecting reasoning by Word...
The sun's the only spark... of truth.
The Sun
© Copyright: Томас Кромвель, 2010
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