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I see red dawn,
but not for spilled blood,
just for tears burned down,
to ashes or maybe turned to flood.

No mans land lay ahead.
Sunken ships all around,
by the shores lays only death,
not a single living soul can be found.

Ghoul, crimsom, frost,
but theres something that hurt the most.

This landscape you ask,
is it real or imaginated?
Well see through his eyes when he empties another flask,
it is real in his eyes and soul that burned.

Please forgive him as he is human,
he is foul by his nature.

He asks and begs,
release his soul to freedom,
as he was in prison he saw salvation.

So forgive me
mistakes are not correctable,are they ...

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раздел: Поезия -> Лирика на чужд език
публикувана на: 2014-04-15
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