Vic Postnikov Biography

If a soul has wings to soar,
Palaces and shacks ignored.
Ghengis Khan, stay out of sight:
Just two enemies to fight,
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On a spring-thawed patch,
Little priestling of marsh
Is staying
And saying his prayer.
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Love Eternity reigning in mires,
Their powers never deplete.
Grassy lands never yield to the fires,
Smallest thickets will stand up the sleet.
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The more you’re asking for repose,
The more you fear, the more you fear.
The fog is creeping from the fields,
The fog is crawling in your chest.
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A gust of wind, a howl of snow…
Yet, for a moment, in my mind,
A land, a distant shore, would glow
With faded colours from behind.
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