The soul of the POET
In a world without God,
with hatred,
with wars and darkness,
from the POET
there are remain
only a BODY
fighting as an animal
for existence…
But yet,
on the white nights
with the moon,
from there,
from the deep of the soul
of the Poet,
the LIGHT
pours
over the world!
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