Azure strings of forgotten winds
Echoed in doped, poisoned head
The breath of the Coming as firm as a lead
Has hidden in this moon-coloured glimpse
Consuming the streets
Resembling a net
Torn by storms
Fierce and mad
These streets, these walls
Have no power at all
To resist the light
Which filled our souls
I feel, I know
One grateful day
We will wipe off
This city away
Cause nobody here
And nothing there
Can stand up to the our
Flameful dare
To see
To live
To speak
To know
To rise to the tops
And to fall to the low
26.04.15
Dare
© Copyright: Григорий Тимохин, 2015
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