8.11.2017 г., 18:09 ч.
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so fiery at its glow...
the moon blooms
the promise of
a bright tomorrow.
darkness turned into a mirror
of shadows marching in batallions
whistling like nightbirds
singing the songs
that narrate their advances
in bringing people's protracted war
on to the nearness
of its victorious time...! ...
the moon blooms
the promise of
a bright tomorrow.
darkness turned into a mirror
of shadows marching in batallions
whistling like nightbirds
singing the songs
that narrate their advances
in bringing people's protracted war
on to the nearness
of its victorious time...! ...
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