You shot a bird, that flied in sky,
And stopped her heart in beating...
And life of hers had flied apart
To dreams of world... Where is it?
You shouted: "Oh! That's my win!
I'm the winner! Rised up
To top of winners... Had a dream
Of being winner all life..."
But that was bird, and her heart beats
In threads of destiny, in net,
Where the Parks still diminish
Or rise to life the creatures that
Are flying, racing, running, moving
In world of Being from the point,
Where Nothing waits, where Nothing choosing,
Who will rise or will fall in voyage...
You shot...
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