thousand - year - old thoughts
Such a bright moon
So many wars
And guises
Mystical guesses
Why are you shining light to bed
You can't sleep even if you don't believe it
How many shade are possessing by
in name of darkness by the side
How many paintings written sight
And speeches
How many verses will I tell
Why are you creating sadness spell
Why is the light given to sun in darkness
Why pulling us to your gestures
And you give strength in darkness
What is the use of this daylight
If the mystical summer start
Given to you in that apart
When everyone asleep nowhere sight
You shine on us and give us strength
That not permeated diva
Whats young or old
And feels so sick
The light that won't stay calm
And will not please in dream
And will it gather everything
Mystical depth
Souls will wake up
The whole
body will be roused with blood
Pull into night
in the Shroud to leave
To come to the origins of the warriors
To give
back the former power to God
What slumbering in thicket in the void
Prisoner alone
on top of moon
It will not gather outside in any way
And All the powers
Splashing on the bottom
Once upon a time in the far side
Having accumulated former powers once
Will rise up giving to all those who did not sleep
And All the strength, will and a war
Not spilled antiquity
Forgotten for evil mist
When moon was more important splendid
Than sun in abyss of light smoldering
Grief in the darkness
Giving all powers
Those who did not asleep
And fought hard
For the truth
And For the holy
And For the blood
And For strength apart
And for the being able too
To get up
And overcomes
All the bodies of needs
Of Day and night
And death and life
And this eternity
To educate yourself
And fly
To give to others
Foreign branches
Roots of the powers
Creating slivers
To remember by the powers of this life
To comprehend the dictates of truth
A thousand-year dream is meaningless
To understand the whole burden of life
And the lawlessness of nothingness
And how wonderful is yours part of life
Nath 27.03.2022
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