3. The Answer.

Once we die -
We die at all...
Once we lie -
We have to fall...
Once we fly
To live forever
Our sky
Traits us so clever;
Once we touch
The sin of ground
It is such
As deadly sound:
Never leaves
And never fails...
One's way - freeze
Behind your trails...

© Rida Mirror, 18.05.10.



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