In his hand he holds
thirteen stars,
coming first of all.
Those that sky once lost.
And his lifetime halved.
Double echoed traveller
following his path
to go far and away
and to never be back again.
The first blooming flower
of the foreign lands
and realms
far beyond his land,
thrives in spring.
And the garnet sun will rise.
But here
Time is bound with ice.
And his thirteen stars
are falling down from the sky.
Thirteen stars
© Copyright: Марина Захорански, 2015
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