A moment
will come
to float away
towards
dim light
And
gladly
I will;
The spring of joy
surrounding me
the poison
only the poison is
then
I'll hold
the goblet of poison
in hand
And
will wait for
your directions
You will just
bow your head
Then
and only then
freedom will regain
Its meaning in real.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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