Don’t promise that impossible to make
Bum along the road which leading to a fire
Sit near it, its flame is not such dire
While its beams reflected on the lake.
Feel touch of thou`s friend handshake
Hear whisper from stars when you`re flyer
Don`t dread to soil thyself in a mire
So as already thou step on a rake.
When evil is, the Good become apparent stronger (better)
In evil`s absence it might be ordinary
Don t promise
© Copyright: Вадим Бертье, 2005
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