Something Wicked...

The earth is icy-cold,
The air - flaming-hot.
You can your soul fold,
Unfold can you not.
The dire expectation
Will make you strong - or weak.
But look at your expectoration,
Your life's a fleeing streak.

by Lev Brekhman

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Very good. This is no ordinary poet. Welcome. Dasvidania