What a beautiful place is this?
The dawns I wouldn't mind to kiss,
The valeys, in which I'd like to go amiss,
Farther away, behind the trees, is abyss,
Where ignorance turn out to be a bliss.
The daylight breaks down the wall of gloom,
Begone, you murky thoughts about doom!
It is in their nature to be so wrong, or so right,
It's a fatal flaw you don't want to excite.
State all dirt or joy, just don't excite.
Excess
© Copyright: Дмитрий Гробов, 2016
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