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Abstract

lm <span class="hljs-keyword">of</span> words arranged <span class="hljs-keyword">in</span> colors torn <span class="hljs-keyword">out</span> <span class="hljs-keyword">of</span> rainbow gleam

<span class="hljs-keyword">Do</span> <span class="hljs-keyword">not</span> leave – hear! against the will <span class="hljs-keyword">of</span> wind underground streams roar enchanted knights live <span class="hljs-keyword">in</span> stones there <span class="hljs-keyword">is</span> <span class="hljs-keyword">no</span> death <span class="hljs-keyword">to</span> them there <span class="hljs-keyword">is</span> <span class="hljs-keyword">no</span> subsistence dread

What shall we <span class="hljs-keyword">do</span> <span class="hljs-keyword">with</span> <span class="hl

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js-keyword">all</span> this iron <span class="hljs-keyword">when</span> <span class="hljs-keyword">call</span> <span class="hljs-keyword">from</span> undergrounds will rise them up against the world

What shall we <span class="hljs-keyword">do</span> <span class="hljs-keyword">with</span> legend storm kept under glass dome <span class="hljs-keyword">as</span> <span class="hljs-keyword">in</span> Parisian “Invalides” <span class="hljs-keyword">where</span> living are trying <span class="hljs-keyword">to</span> convince those who died that the world <span class="hljs-keyword">is</span> <span class="hljs-keyword">no</span> longer divided <span class="hljs-keyword">into</span> the bad <span class="hljs-keyword">and</span> the worse</pre></div></article></body>

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Photo courtesy of author @pixiebay
Some events tend to be unreal
a specially 
from the perspective of bended knees
and they do not require a sounds

They live in memory of sights
beyond the realm of words
arranged in colors
torn out of rainbow gleam

Do not leave – hear!
against the will of wind
underground streams roar
enchanted knights live in stones
there is no death to them
there is no subsistence dread

What shall we do
with all this iron
when call from undergrounds
will rise them up
against the world

What shall we do
with legend storm
kept under glass dome
as in Parisian “Invalides”
where living are trying
to convince those who died
that the world
is no longer divided
into the bad and the worse
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