2015.08.06 15:03
I step from the shadow - blinded by splendor,
admiring the light with eyes became tearful,
a fresh breeze greets beyond the opened door's
threshold, lungs are filled by fragrance of freedom,
corselet is dropped - a defenseless hero
of triumphant battle against the fear's law,
my hair is adorned by the magical wreath
of unconditional trust's immortal flowers,
with unfolding wings, are ready for flight,
when you, soldier, write your signs to my heart...