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Sometimes the night

Is very cold.

And come from sight

For me to hold.

The moon so bright

Alone with me.

The stars are right

The same to be.

The silence play

With wind around.

And something came

To me with sound.

…

The time is late…

The night is here…

How strange is fate…

There’s no one here…

…

The sky is black

As empty street.

And stars awake

My soul to seek.

I feel and breath!

I’m still alive!

But hard to live

On other side!

The spirit lives

In me! In you!

And moonlight gives

Me something new…

… The time is late…

The night is here…

How strange is fate…

There’s no one here…

I feel that my wounds

Are healing with time

And saddnes in moods

Is passing from mine.

I feel that my soul

Is filling with light

And looking to core

Is making me blind.

I leave all behind

The Past – is too long…

I’m living to find

The words being wrong…

—

Repemtion has come

To bring me to live.

The spirit is gone

I’m falling to sky…

I have only light

Somewhere in soul.

Somewhere inside

I’m dreaming for more!

—-

NOXUS so bright!

So clear in me!

it’s making me fight,

        with all, that i fear!

Noxus Reveal my misterous seal,

Show what is real,

But nobody feel.

Shows me the way, making to say

That i canot pray for dying of day!….

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White winter angel.

The streets are covered

With the snow

And sleeping city

Lets me go.

I walk outside

To world of ice

And see the snowfall

From the skies.

But I can feel

I’m not alone

In mystic shadow

Of my own.

…

I know – she comes!

White winter angel!

I feel – she loves!

My perfect angel!

…

The winter makes

The wind to flow,

And life to stop,

And snow to fall!

I see the angel

Come tonight.

Her tender touch

And loving sight!

How sweet and cold

Are gentle lips,

But I feel good

From perfect kiss.