In the ultimate moments of solitude
There is reckless, but splendid delight.
As the emptiness reaches its magnitude,
Is it darkness we fight or the light?
And when loneliness covers all altitudes
Demons come out of desperate selves,
And they dance all around, so unbowed and nude,
And they sing of the freedom they crave.
It is there, where the snake meets the scorpion,
It is then, when they fall, but in love.
It is there, where they stand true and glorious,
Shedding skins, before time to kill comes.
Such the story of those who live wandering is,
With its reckless, yet splendid, delight.
In the loneliest moments of solitude
It is darkness, where some find their light.
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© Copyright: Валерия Пурцеладзе, 2016
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