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To fly and flow through the darkness,
Through streams of ages, being hold
By strength of foretime, while lightings
Are sparkling for the young and old.
That’s in the same time – grief and happiness,
Eternal lot for each of us,
For those who can hear sadness
In people’s voices of the past.
Who is in tune with music’s playing,
Who can feel whispers of the myths…
But leaves are burning in the flame
And years are – like autumn leaves…
They say that false is spread around,
That memory is lost and dead…
But we all know beauteous sounds
Of ageless words that are still said.
To have a priceless chance of flying,
To know mystery and law –
It’s like Lord’s given us with smile
The keys to every lock and door.
My precious old, epoch’s being,
You haven’t died and you still last
(Forever flowing like river)
For you betray yourself in us!
10 December, 2012y.