Poems...

The wind blew,
The branches of the birch tree
Bent to the ground,
In the sky, a falcon
Flew by,
Spread its wings,
And as if sang a song:
There, where the mountains
Are filled with human bodies.
A warrior's heart
Beat, he didn't have time to love,
And that's why it hurts.

The falcon continued the song
About how free he is
There, where someone drove slaves,
With a whip, into bondage.

His beautiful voice
Resounded above the mountains
And he finished with
Where the heart beat
In vain,
As in torment
The warrior was dying,
In agony and pain
And how his last
Gaze was lost in captivity.

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