Norman

Диана Погорелова
Lungs are greeting poisoned angry arrows.
You don`t have to run when darkness comes.
Thoughts are hiding in the frozen burrows.
Rain chases broken hearts and drums.

Shadows swallow minds, exhausted faces.
They hunt people, make their bodies weak.   
They want us to lose your fading traces.
They want you to fall becoming bleak.

Glow like a star in sleepless heaven.
Fight and bloom in speechless arctic walls.
Show yourself and be the golden levin!
Stay immortal echo in the halls!