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Англоязычное стихотворение "Fields of Fear":
There lie I, lone and powerless, in barren fields of fear,
The trembling voice of cowardice the only sound I hear,
The disarray, the puzzlement, I’m overrun by them,
And in my heart the tree of fear grows up its bulky stem.
How come that after many years and countless miles passed,
With my so long-desired goal in front of me at last,
There lie I in the fields of fear, not knowing how to be,
With nothing left within my soul but boundless misery?
Unable to excogitate just any single way
To seize upon my fortitude to counter my dismay,
Unable to stand up and go, while victory’s so near,
There lie I, lone and powerless, in barren fields of fear.
12.1440 (08.2019)
Fields of Fear
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