Within the path,
There lies thy truth.
Whose ways are vast
And full of gloom.
Hollow mentions saved
Elder woods from dying sun.
But who'll escape? -
Thy legs can't run.
Where falls thy bleeding shadow,
The fearless sorrow will invade
And then transform straight into meadow,
Without a clash with deadly shade.
Thy dreams will fall in incompleteness,
Like mine, withdrawing any faith
In love, humanity and kindness.
And that is all I had to say.
Thy sacred night
© Copyright: Призрак Угасающей Осени, 2014
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