i don't wait answers, don't need excuse
all my best arrows already used
old, scratched bow - in corner now
i don't remember - for what and how.
but silver sound disturb my ears
it touch my honor, expel my fears
and coldest winter - became to spring
it's silver sound of bowstring.
i still no waiting a reason for -
a silent wind is no touching floor
a door is squeaking, like laughter elf
just dust and oldness - without myself.
silver sound
© Copyright: Легкая Ложь, 2014
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