What do you feel, when Black Night
Takes all this hell
And nothing left to sell
In the darkest of worlds ? Right,
You're welcomed in the land of Night.
They sold verity with guns,
With fair smile upon their faces.
There are two brightful suns,
And each of them hardly traces.
In this world uncertainty is trust,
Covered by oughts;
And the lethargy is lust,
Despite all thoughts.
I've walked the million steps
To find my final place to dwell.
I've travelled all highs and depths,
To find way out of this cell.
And finally I did.
There's all covered with snow.
Pains, sorrows, sufferings...
Even graves are.
Land of snow.
You are my home.
Land of snow
© Copyright: Андрей Каплун, 2010
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