Kalinin

i don't know about Caladan

but hear... now ...

morphing into this

and i don't sea a river

anymore

not like i used to

it is because you're near

not may be .. n e a r 

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yes i have seen

multitudes 

mowed down by a single stroke of a sickle

the hand was not human, yet i look at my own

and it is so much 

                 the same

...no urgency in this,

no,, urgency in death

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and yet the river flows

not before my eyes

i will never cry the same river twice

how many 've never crossed it

and were left behind

;thank you, My friend   :((

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it is the sounds for Us, Beloved

not so much the sight though my God

what a beauty grows just before

the silvery shores break free....

But for You and me it is muzika

the sound of a child  l a u g h i n g

He does not remember that we took down a fort .. yesterday .. all

now just ice and snow, melting away and he'z yelling at the top of his_

SPRING IS COMING!!!!!

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move me towards You,

I care not for memories 

i'm lost

yet i cherish this chaos (will you hear it with me??)

that speaks plainly of the people who were robbed of everything

but still kept their dignity and their knowledge

how many millions were lost?????

how many millions a f t e r w a r d s ???????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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motherland 

do you know why you were created.

Reviews

[Guilt]

Wow, I'm surprised no one has left any comment on this. The obvious eyesore is the punctuation, like the excessive line of question marks. It just makes it look like something a tween would write on their blog. But the writing itself is so captivating! I was not sure what was happening half the time, but your form of expression is uniquely flowing. It's a stream I don't mind floating down, despite the forks on the way heading down paths I didn't expect.

A really interesting read. You've got yourself a unique style here.

- Guilt