A PRAYER
My Lord, set the winds free from hands
And let them swell
In hearth fires…
A trace of snow
Covering the heights no one ever climbed.
Whitened with thoughts,
Keep hovering in the space filled with your light and shadow,
Failing to conquer any tower.
My reflection in the moony mirror…
And let them swell
In hearth fires…
My Lord, their flames waver like flags of light
Crossing no man’s borders…
Crossing no man’s borders…
They are children fearing
The Army of Shadows…
The Army of Shadows…
REFLECTIONS OF ALTER EGOS
Tome you always remained obscure,
A trace of snow
Covering the heights no one ever climbed.
And I, like the moon,
Whitened with thoughts,
Keep hovering in the space filled with your light and shadow,
Failing to conquer any tower.
Until the end, the trace of snow remained
My reflection in the moony mirror…
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