BLIND SEASON
The city rises like a wall,
The city stares me down:
“Who are you, lost in smoke?
What battle do you wage?
All trains have burned away,
The rails have lost their age.
What brought you here to dust,
Having lost your place?”
We do not turn our eyes,
We do not reach for guns.
Enough of shouting lies —
Let falsehood turn to dust.
Our silent line moves on,
We simply keep our stride.
If all the world is strange,
Darkness won’t shift aside.
The night keeps watch downstairs,
The frozen building sleeps.
This is no heavy cross —
We’ll stand as two can stand.
The one who broke the lock
Borrows strength for a while.
The one who saved their love
Will outlast every prison.
The city will break the ice,
Cast off its borrowed face,
And finally understand
Who kept their eyes alive:
Not sellers of their flags,
Not generals of walls —
But those who, through the blindest season,
Never gave their souls away.
Author: Dmitry Lyubishkin
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