Tuesday, October 25, 2011

25.10.2011

Above the river on the narrow ledge...
I stand;
Into the thin and trembling air...
I shout.

In memories - the peaceful strand,
In memories - the pleasant sound.

Impetuous river underneath me rages,
And crystal air above me breaks apart.
We've been through many oddish stages,
But can we just come back to start?

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