The day is a day,
The night is a night.
My dream is my way
And it is a fight.
And I am a soldier,
And I see the light.
There it becomes colder
And I hate this cruel fight.
In the morning I wake up,
I think that it’s right
To write my best poem
About the fight.
The warrior s way...
© Copyright: Владимир Бикир, 2011
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