Survival always takes its part,
But should it rule my ways and heart?
Let logic scare my fears away,
No logic - space for cabaret!
Let right and wrong dissolve in peace,
In peaceful feeling of decease.
The mind will tell the right from wrong,
My heart, however, sees beyond
The limitation of a form
And ever seeks to bond no more
To fear and loss it knew before
In fierce freedom of a storm.
2012
Storm
© Copyright: Влада Фукс, 2013
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