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LEGEND
amidst the net of vocal chords
a cry concentrates in the throat like a lump
but now a time has comed
when it doesn't matter if you cry or not
just later on
somebody won't be able to forget for a long time
the warriors, reeling, cleaning their swords on the grass
and the black tribe of crows beating with their wings
the sky laughing, before biting its tongue
and there trembled the hand of the one who stayed alive
and in a twinkling of an eye,
suddenly, moment turned into eternity
and as a funeral fire
the horizon flamed
and like wolves
the stars glanced between the clouds
like the deceased were lying the night, the arms spread out
and like the ones who were alive slept without dreaming
but »life« that's just a word
for there is only love and there is death
Hey! and who's gonna sing
when everybody's asleep?
death is worth living
and love
is worth waiting
-----by Victor Tsoy-----
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