We do live for the bud
Of a goldening knight.
We're dissolving in blood
Of a previous night.
May us cover routine
Of a flourish teen,
And ocean of life,
And flowers of drive.
And we're living until,
Never hoping to death,
Our body is still
Neither more but and less.
We do live
© Copyright: Владимир Баренбойм, 2010
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