I shivered as a leaf in wind of Sea
And took in all its salty calm and doubts;
I fortuned find myself the one to be
In restlessness against the absurd routs.
The soldiers come and soldiers go away,
The swords and arrows put our dreads to Death;
We're on our knees abandoned to be prayed
Until the Grief takes last agonic breath.
It's hard to sense serenity of water,
The floating blood is nothing but the shade,
We're buried there and there begin to alter
As we were dead and violently obeyed.
But can't we stand for us and our daring?
But must not we get up from rended knees?
The dark of dullness torn out by the glaring,
We can't be drown as we are not the lees -
We are the soldiers of the Sea.
restlessness
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The picture is unbelievable.
Best wishes!
Sincerely
:<)=
Виктор Богданов 18.07.2012 21:04 • Заявить о нарушении
Best wishes!
Sincerely
:<)=
Виктор Богданов 18.07.2012 21:04 • Заявить о нарушении