The red rose is
Rising in the sky,
The silver sunlight
Is strength in me.
Bells are peal by
Bright archangels
With the wind in
Their wings…
Conveniences can’t
Correct our inner world,
The weak warrior
Won’t be the winner.
An ugly brazenfaced
Is affecting on us,
And our anger
Abases ourselves…
The language of Legends!
Let me understand,
Why has the wild
Lost a goodwill?
The language of Legends!
I’m lonely with people…
The red rose is
Rising in the sky.
2012 год.
The language of legends
© Copyright: Эмуна Элиш, 2018
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