In the wandering worlds of my memory ...



In the wandering worlds
My memory remained.
Madness and fear
The Burning Rain
Frozen in colors,
Making their way through the stone,
What's in the sunlight
Lights with mute fire.

I remember the beauty
Heavenly oceans,
Elvish country,
Beautiful as light.
I remember the cleanliness
The nature of marvelous temples,
But I see it in reality
Only the salt of the past years.

In heavenly pearls
Glittering horizons,
And the morning, all in tears,
Shivering with dew in the grass.
In his crystal dreams
I remember the stars
In the wandering worlds,
In the mirror depth ...



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