The voice of change
The wave breaks on the rocks of the heart.
The dirt mixed with the cold sand.
A voice from the sea shells heard hard:
It marks the arrival of the new sun.

Awaken finally, your young minds,
entangled by the illusive rings.
Quite to sleep, get up for the fights!
Now spread your spiritual wings!


Marat Shahman

Foto: Egor Vlasov

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