The mystic secret of the night
Embraces us and holds us tight
In its evasive grip of freak,
Which treats one's life with danger's trick.
Night wears covers of the dark,
Full of adventures to embark
On scary trip, set by the fate,
To risky pleasures we await.
We step, we dive into the night
To lose what holds us at day light,
To free dark corners of the soul,
To shut the conscience and control.
And every face looks like a mask,
Face painted by the dusk to bask.
But may be really night reveals
The truth of us, which day conceals ?
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See Russian "white poetry" translation of this piece at:
http://stihi.ru/2012/11/27/42
Also see my English poetry folder/section there
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