Eternity and Life

Written by: Aleh Barysau

My broken spirit's glad to meet its death.
The hards of life can blind my eyes.
A pawn moves on the surface dead
and digs its layer and then dies.

My dream is muddling all the real life.
Shades, lights – they play a gist of fate.
Black squares are blending with the night
and whites are similar to days.

The sand of life does vertically slide
and a horizon's near and too far.
Chess-men move to and fro behind the line.
Eternity and Life are meeting fast.

(translated from Russian)

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