My sadness is always with me.
Back following, sweeping my steps
It gloryfies dying with glee
And echoes in lowering depth.
Or with unrepeatable grace
Serene as incorporeal wight
It flashes right front of my face
And dances in basilisk flight
Our duo forever will last.
The treasure of being alive
Is in my companion's grasp
Reassuring its slave he'll survive
For as the salvation in loss,
In fusion of grandeur and void
I'll lie under awesome dark gross
To find my relief being destroyed
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© Copyright: Осиновый Листочек, 2017
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