I think you`ll never dream to run
And never find those restless feelings
Because your Death has not begun -
Don’t be afraid - you’ve lost of meanings
This bottomed life, thy thoughts round hurt -
You’ve looked for love in deathless seeds...
Sweet rains were fallen on your plot -
You’ve grown there only reeds.
Thus even sun which burns your head
Performs its power day by day..,
And from the loss since yesterday
I love the night - it cools me yet.
Titless
© Copyright: Илюхин Михаил, 2009
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