"Ненависть, Неверие, Надежда. Поэзия" - читать интересную книгу автора (Лайтбрингер Тимонг)

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The Modern One, I was a fool, The Heartless One, I was your tool, The Sunless One, I could be light ... I am yet again alone in night. You are the child of this age, I am an ancient, ageless sage, You are the youth in ages gold, I am immortal, very old. Behind my steps - the thousand lives, Behind success - the thousand tries, Behind my wings - the thousand dreams ... I have redeemed own sins. I am a star in darkest night And for myself I'm own guide, You are reflection, shining deep, You have no wings, you like to creep, You like to feed on own lacks - The child, full of epoch's bracks, I would prefer to leave you, rather, There is no fate for us together. You are the victim of your age, But time will break this golden cage, And time will teach you how to play With love of other, who’s your prey. With time you'll die in mind of mine, The time will help me not to pine, The time will be life's own sage, For I was born in the wrong age. So yet again I am behind, I am victim of my own mind, The time will help my heart unfreeze. There is no one. ... Or is there is ?