If merry minutes the coldness
Slowly dies.
The light! Become into my sleep and be,
Uncover something that unseen,
The inmost beauty,
A life that something means.
The beginning where I'm floating
Down the hill
Will die for sure like the dawn
Beneath the waves,
Like the ultramarine sky at night turn
Grey with a mystical opinion of violet.
Do not complain,
Forgive or hate your soul
And do not moan.
The Inmost Beauty
© Copyright: Елена Анатольевна Ландина, 2016
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