Oh blessed be the moment when the Sun
Is rising in the East and with his might
In ghastly night's dominion outruns
Black nightmare's doubts with feeble morning light.
But then again the night is moving forth
Riding the wings of terror in the dark.
And its cold breath that wind brings from the North
Extinguishes light and its last cheerful spark.
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© Copyright: Александр Арганаиди, 2019
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