What knows the one, who looks for retaliation?
Where he goes? The way of dreams - is his possession,
Of essence of love do forget we,
When for the vengeance groans the heart. Imagination
Of logics is perverted, when about it do think we.
For closes our eyes the evil, unrightly done in wane,
But evil for the evil - is the same bane
Of life - yours, of the other's lives and that's why
Drive the evil away from life, giving it's due to the mind
And the heart.
To it there's nothing so dear,
Then the way of Love, trust.
Go this way without fear.
Of vengeance...
© Copyright: Анна 10, 2018
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