All the whole to the higher,
To the utmost of desire.
Will we cross the land and slopes,
Yellow rye of lucid hopes...
If we see the floating bridge,
Swinging 'bove the bowed old ridge,
Will we step in or retreat,
Linger on to catch heart beat...
Midnight's omen is so bright,
Needs no splinter to ignite.
Will you gaze or look away,
Scorch your eyes or go astray...
(This song is dedicated to all people, I'have loved)
All the whole to the higher...
© Copyright: Джанэ Джанэ, 2011
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