Your fire burns in noble hearts;
Sweet spirit, beautiful and wise,
How many years your story lasts?
You die in pain to let us rise.
But tell me then, my hidden friend,
You are the only one I trust,
Who are those demons in the end,
Which turn our hopes into dust?
You didn't answer, just escaped,
Just vanished in the evening mist.
And only now I understand:
We are destroying our dreams.
To the elder spirit
© Copyright: Юлия Чернокрылая, 2018
Свидетельство о публикации №118080206384
Свидетельство о публикации №118080206384
Рецензии