They were walking along a path
Full of torturing joy,
Never thought of the death-well
Full of poisonous snakes,
Scorpions and broken glass!
They were so mad with that joy
Never looked ahead and one day
fell into the well one by one!
They took my blood as their wine
And played the game dreadful;
Now crying for help from God
And He says - I am here(in this well) ,
ALWAYS WITH YOU!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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