You can't come here!
The legends sleep
water gurgling,
And dreams are screaming
centuries of peace,
Shouldn't be broken
living hand,
Can't find the keys
When you fall asleep
Can you make it
The soul will enter
And shine with light!
***
When the fire is on fire
And somewhere a tired horse neighs,
And someone cries in silence
That treasure is calling: "Come to me!"
***
The floorboards creak softly
This spirits do not sleep
Or am I dreaming?
Someone's faces are flickering!
Scary blue masks
All of you from a terrible fairy tale,
Wii, vampires, devils,
You are the messengers of death.
You can t come here!
© Copyright: Ирина Мутовчийская, 2023
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