Zhizn ( Life- Russian)

Glass perfume bottles,
Glowing below heavens door,
Fading light from golden candles,
Who said pain possesses only the poor?

In this kitchen of the kingdom of fire,
Preparing the devils broth,
It's not only a revolutionaries desire,
Mortals tend to underrate wrath...

Our souls were not enlightened only by a legends illumination,
Nor did our heart sink because of the abuses you hurled,
This world has its way of remembering the forgotten,
Life has its way of letting us live as we swirl...

We live in circles,
Our kith and kin,
Circles within sphere, spheres within universe,
It's just that life's got a rhythm...

We trust only a few people,
A little love to whom we reveal our tears,
Trust wasn't made for the feeble,
Secrets were never an image clear...

We believe we walk hand in hand,
Yet we know we despise them far from our circle,
But we still live on the same land,
Deep within the strongest have their moments fragile....

Life is a probability,
Pathos have fissures of gloom,
Life has only a few strokes of divinity,
The glee of paradise is equal to the wrath of doom...

For the feeble could never handle the truth,
Let alone the game of trust,
Candor would make them fear life's groove,
Their weak ties of love...

Our flesh and bones are feeble,
Until our mind chooses our armour,
We choose whom we want to repel,
With the swirl of time either we drift apart or grow closer...

From our inception our sovereign has been curiosity,
Until we grew old,
Life took us to every painting we could see,
We just saw those covers unfold...

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