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Six
A college was collecting different  
Things to give to help an orphanage.
A bou who studied wanted to help.
He gave a book to four kids close to his age.
Seven
The four of them were locked up
Together in a little pitiful room.
They couldn't do much about it,
So they have got along soon.
Eight
So here they are together
Sitting with the book.
Aoi, Sky, Moony and Skull.
Who  would dare open treasured book.
Nine
Aoi was always almost sad.
Sky couldn't really walk.
Moony was a genius gone mad.
And Skull without a need won't talk.
Ten
They opened the book together.
Four strange and cute kids.
They have got in their imagination.
The four unknown origins' seeds.
Jack
And book was about
A genius Poet who was very ill.
And a cruel count. To have
Power was his only will
Queen
And so they've reading.
They saw through the night.
And when they were still reading,
They've got caught by sunlight.
King
And in the end the Poet
Got held captive for life.
No longer he could right,
Yet his ideas were  alive.
Ace
But one was never gone
His comrades thought hard.
And Sky started righting poetry:
The Poet found home in his heart.
The book I'm talking is real. Or the poem, to be exact.
It's Lesia Ukrainka's "Old tale".
I was flying in the woods,
Practicing to catch tiny winds.
Then saw him: A raven like me.
Yet he was flying so much faster.

In a moment we were equal.
We've been swinging among the trees.
And we've been caching the higher winds.
And we were different in our flying styles.

Then I asked him to teach me.
He showed and I followed.
And he was always so sharp.
And he was always drifting so fast.

But I couldn't catch up to him
Always rising high and falling low
While I was keeping balance.
And he is gone and I wait.

I wait for him slow down and see me.
I wanna fly around again in the woods.
Cause he reminds me of the two of you.
Of that first tornado I didn't conquer alone.

So I wanna catch him in the storm.
Get him playing by my rules, in my games.
Therefore, I beg the tornado to come around.
So we could fly so different and so equal.
What is revenge?
To love the love.
To hate the hatred.

What is justice?
To help those who help you.
To harm those who harm you.

Revenge is justice.
Honest is the justice.
Beautiful is the revenge.
Just some written down...
I forget worries and cares
The unrest in the world I see
When I look at fields and flowers
When I behold a tree

I forget what nags a day
A sigh, a tear and cry
When I see a galaxy of stars
A golden moon in the sky

I forget jarring cacophony
The discord and the strain
When I hear a stream gurgle
And the patter of summer rain

I forget what ails the heart
With the breath of the breeze
It soothes and calms the spirit
It brings quiet and peace

I forget worries and care
When in Nature's company
Disarmed by her gentle wonders
Her beauty and her melody.
What I do to them.
I tolerant the intolerance.
I see individuals in the crowd.
And I keep'em safe and sound.

We're supposed to be enemies.
They obey people I won't stand.
They believe with no doubt
The things disapproved
With every breath and step  I take.
But our balance is calm as a lake.

We are antonyms.
They follow sun and I adore moon
They praise landwhile I honor the wind.
And we're a duet just as lime and mint.

But now  look at us.
I help them out once I've heard a call.
And they catch me right before I fall.
Always getting stuck in one boat.
And you know, we are simply one,
We don't care that  it's just dumb.
Night's fallen at the camp
We are staying in the dorm.
Come meet us in our room
Reach crawling for our door.

Now get rid of the mask
Don't you know it is a chain.
Be free under the moon
Fill the heart beat again.

So let's be free tonight
As nobody's ever aloud.
Let's laugh, play, talk
So long, so sweet, so loud.

Let's talk about hidden gems
We found, they are so beautifully strange.
They showed  themselves to us
So now we keep the secret in exchange.

And then we play around
Hold on, I'll find the deck.
Lady Luck shall help me,
Don't hold your cards back.

So here we are right now
Past midnight talking in the dark.
I feel so fine, so great out here
You've given me the life's spark
Thanks so much, O. & M.!!
  Jan 2017 Dmytro from Trotskiev
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