Poems...

Warning - this poem contains too much epicness and is written in classical canons, so please don't be too harsh if it seems tedious :smile43:

You divided my soul,
Washed it in seven waters,
And kissing me sweetly,
Told me a riddle.
But the answer was unknown,
Even though the path was warmed by the moon.
So, not knowing what lay ahead,
We crossed the river.
Among the turbulent waters and rocks,
I held your hand,
Even though I stumbled, but climbing,
I led the way, clinging to the light.
The intertwining of thin rays
Eclipsed the beating of my heart…
And in the future, in any dispute,
I only blamed myself.
It's strange, but here it is –
There's a turn behind the rock.
But how could I have known
That behind it lies a continuous ridge?
So, climbing and descending,
We continued forward without stopping,
And we reached the peak,
And we look at how great the world is.
Below, people trample rivers,
Without lowering their eyelids…
And we, with a strange smile,
Spit down on the smoke and the lands.
As if we want to experience
The suffering again.
Even though we reluctantly descended,
We turned into a legend in the smoke.
Before us, in the valley of the mountains,
A vast expanse opens up!
The wind is fresh, but our hands are cold,
Causing pain again…

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10.04.2010