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Tender wings of dragonflies the virgin ones

The efforts of passion

Have spread their luminescence

Shades of petals on the chariot, wings of grass

The tired birds are resting on azure spokes

From their pass

Chime of the golden dew drops

Melting and turning in rustling words

Laughing daybreaks of the past revive my soul

And spill on my keyboards their echoes

So wonderful

Winds leave the traces on clouds,

Sickle of centuries and wreath of stars

Dance in our past

You can’t hide your face no more

Take off your mask

All these days were born so long before

The dreams of us

Blindly follow your call

My love you are my all

The mold of my darkest doubts and

The sand of time

I’m giving to you now

Burning and cold

Many-faced old

Immeasurable as the world

And short as blink

Doorway into the true faith

Throughout the train of fire

Right and wrong

Down and up …

You’re enchanted and thrown away

To time to tear you to pieces

Cautiously in spring veins

Along with all your wishes

Let your mind

Into the burning skies

I reflect the reflection

Of flame of her hot breathing

For only one night

In the foam of oblivion

We are getting over

The distance of whole life…