LEGEND

Some events tend to be unreal
a specially —
from the perspective of bended knees
and they do not require a sounds

They live in memory of sights
beyond the realm of words
arranged in colors
torn out of rainbow gleam

Do not leave – hear!
Against the will of wind
underground streams roar
enchanted knights live in stones
there is no death to them
there is no subsistence dread

What shall we do
with all this iron
when call from undergrounds
will rise them up
against the world

What shall we do
with legend storm
kept under glass dome
as in Parisian “Invalides”
where living are trying
to convince those who died
that the world
is no longer divided
into the bad and the worse 

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