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 Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 10:45 pm
To those who do not know, Pripyat was the engineering town located a few kilometers away from Chernobyl, the sight of mankind's worse disaster. It was "The City of the Future," and a place of opportunity unlike any other in the Soviet Union.
I dedicate this piece to Pripyat's people; 43,000 men, women and children who were told to leave their lives and never return. Their dreams still haunt their city, and will never be forgotten. R.I.P. 26/04/1986
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I see Her in the daytime
The way the grass moves in the wind
Sunlight through the shutters
The look of stone walls
Paintings people leave behind
When watching colors
The sickle stands silent, seared inside
The hammer holds me still
I buried my soul in Pripyat
She holds my dead dreams in silence,
With patience, longing for my return
Мое Бог! From regret, I shall never escape...
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 11:25 am
This is a fitting memorial poem for those who lost so much.
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ContrabassClarinetist Crew
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 8:07 am
Oh, yeah. I'm really diggin' this. There's nothing specific that I can really point to, so I'll just have to say that the whole thing is good! ^^
Uh, I did get a little bit confused around the middle part, though. Maybe breaking it into some stanzas will make it a little bit less confusing?
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