Visible light,
what else you can see in the dark
than light?
Crawled toward the light,
although it often takes you astray
is still the safest way to enlightenment.
End of the tunnel there is light,
a man built his a house,
the work is all but taxes have not been paid
and taxes do a pension - that is true,
but after all, house is warm in the winter.
Bumblebees were left with no option,
willow with you raped
and officials slept very well.
Two swans in the pond was shepherd to hell,
black-throated diver to dive without further ado
so birds seeking a own food
and enjoys warm the spring.
Heat wave sweeps across the sea,
it stops the sap and blood,
shoot dry closed to life
The sun does not go to the end of the tunnel,
but remains in the sky in step
Pied Flycatcher give apologize,
sorry sorry it screams throughout the day.
Butterflies are numerous, but they are small.
Swallows screaming as
to birch a mouse ears are increased to leaf
so curled off heat,
so must go too the heating out,
the soil is dry as gunpowder
and it will burn the sand on the beach child feet
Grandma show hand out on the pocket
and then take up out her apron
man forgets his day cigarettes
and puts the child the bath,
his the water is swimming warm milk
life is energy and light in the darkness,
without darkness we would not be visible in the light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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