POISON OF TIME

From the arrows with poison of time
I’m unable to run in desert of the white.
Evil angel is looking trough sight
At my heart which is beating with careless rhyme.

Bowstring’s singing sharp in the air.
A watch’s arrow entered my body.
There is no panic or fear –
To be caught in the snow is just study.

And this field of the snow I face
I’ve to cross during winter; it’s mine.
If I’ll leave at the back all the snowy space –
Is not dreadful the poison of time.

I am silent as lamb to the slaughter,
But the poison will come in the spring
In my blood into ocean water,
And at once you’ll cognize my eye-wink.

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LI 3.9.25

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