I am older than dust,
That I bring on my feet,
I have seen face of past
Which I couldn’t release.
I am younger than beam,
That was born from sunrise
And I look on the stream
Of the time in my eyes.
I have crossed many roads
In my search for belief
I am tired from roams
I want back, where I lived.
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© Copyright: Олег Харден, 2003
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