There’s nothing left. I’m in between,
My steps are lighter than the wind,
My time is endless and my heart
Is wild again like raven’s flight.
Among the ruins is my shelter,
The oldest castle feels like home.
If you’re the one so brave to enter
The edge of lines, this empty dome,
I’ll wait for you. There is a path
That lies beyond the looking glass.
It goes into the land of thorns
Where shadows blow the loud war horns.
The silent storm deep down below
Will never stop distorting dreams.
Please find my realm. The afterglow
Will lead you through the maze of gleams.
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äàòà íàäõîäæåííÿ 15.10.2014
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