17 мар. 2016 г., 17:51
"It was the night before last night
and I was sitting in my chair,
thinking of the pride,
the pride of the Human nature
and its dreams of Bright
and its broken wings by wars, by fights,
by the Dark of the Night,
the Last night of human life;
Then the Moon died
in the black sea of the sky
with its dark clouds, like demons,
like ancient creatures of Old times ...
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