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through the fire
I come in wildest dream
in weird desire
I hear a sudden scream
through flashes of pain
like lightning bolts and thunder
through waking rain
that's full of miracles I wonder
I really do wonder
where the edge is
of that swirling path, I ponder
where it ends with hedges
hedges of refreshing lilac
without roses and without thorns
It seems to me that lack -
surprising lack of horns -
of any noise in empty road I ride
through purest fire
the gleams of morning sun I glide
in hurricane of thoughts I see a naiad
standing tall and full of pride
I hear a sudden scream
not pausing I continue to stride
just smiling at another sunny beam
16 мая 2014 в 7:48
through the fire 16. 05. 14
© Copyright: Баяр Сергебаев, 2014
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