Gone into the gale…
Gone into the gale…
Fall into the fire,
Hide inside the storm –
Dream forlorn…
Dancing on a spire,
Face the wind in blow.
Feeling fade(s) away –
Dream forlorn…
Dream forlorn…
No more state to stay –
Dream forlorn…
Dream forlorn…
Running through the twilight,
Long to stay alone.
Run away… away…
Run, run, run! Run away…
And even in “away”,
As far as you conceive,
There’s no trace for you to wander,
No dreaming to believe (in).
15.01.09. – 14.02.09.
The Gale
© Copyright: Александр Скрипко, 2011
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