My horse is wounded, I am really frightened,
We’re in a tangled gloomy windy forest.
But suddenly the air above us brightened
And I was charmed by an outstanding chorus.
I understood that thus was angels singing,
That they will help us hopefully believed,
So beautiful the voices sounded brining
Fresh air, dissolving anger trees out breathed.
And then I saw a path among the thicket
And felt that must move down it when dawn comes,
Because for me it is a lucky ticket.
And then I heard the thunder of large drums.
It meant that I was right in my decision,
But my ill horse, I cannot leave him here,
And that created thoughts, a whole division,
And they brought back uncertainness and fear.
But when the dawn slipped down among the branches,
My horse felt better, now we could move on,
And fears that are more ancient than Guanches
Flew up and disappeared in forests crowns.
We re in a tangled gloomy windy forest
© Copyright: Ирина Лерова, 2026
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