| Захарова | Дата: Суббота, 18.02.2017, 01:56 | Сообщение # 1 |
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| Going to a way,
I forgot to take my chains.
Slammed the heavy door behind,
I went and didn’t look back even once.
Ringing chains
Remained hanging on the wall
In the home, with no place for me.
How will I be now free
Without a usual way of life
In a world, where alive air
Flutters in the wind,
Where stones become cold in the night,
And the waves run from the storm
To foreign shores?..
Freedom oppresses the slave.
And how can I dare,
On my wish,
To go to the limit,
To the edge of space,
To mortal languor
Of perishable body,
Body that remembers
The iron grip of chains?..
I forgot to take them
From home.
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