One day the Sun was almost dark
Because of blowing breeze,
Which blows from Space, from Stargate chap,
Which kills the rocks and trees.
The Sun was sad, because of death
The only thing He loves, -
The moon was rived by cutting breath
And never will arise.
The sun was sad, the moon was dead,
The Tide was sleeping far,
And joyance never will come back,
To single shining star.
The Tide was sleeping somewhere else,
The men have not yet born,
Another moon has formed from spalls,
But Love has not go on.
The Sun
© Copyright: Дмитрий Кравченко, 2007
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