What we commit
we just commit
to bring the fate
dawn to it's knees
said poet to his reflection
then the opposite face
smiled gently and whispered backword
kneel to bring about all mighty sins
kneel to begin
what’s coming after
then ever after
and after ever after
remember nothing
but only flames
when someone reads
your songs of fame
when someone cries
on poet’s fate
not knowing what's hidden
under the painted veil
Time is not ours to run
we run out of a time
overhearing sometimes
timeless legends
of similar kind
in pursuit of onece own time
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