Alexander Romanov Biography

Who will love a lonely traveler
Who traveled far & seeks some rest
I will, said the old tree
My leaves shall shade you from the sun
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In the ebb and flow of fleeting years,
I marked the turn to thirty-four, it appears,
Habits gripping, tightening their hold,
Draining light, leaving shadows, growing cold.
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I need an enemy to find peace,
To make all the senselessness objective.
To have sparks fall behind my back,
A black torch of hatred ablaze.
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Life is the greatest mystery of all
On its tides you rise and fall
Sometimes life tears us apart
To bring us back again and light the fire from the start
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Rain

Just do not forget,
Thunder breaks the sky.
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