Not to any other of restricted dumb territories
They reach so much in search of horrible stories.
Here were houses and plants at one time,
But now there’s only the skeleton of burnt nature.

It’s not a place for the living, and the life here is different,
Here the shadows run the show teasing us and playing,
Call lonely reckless dusty heroes
To go to silence of unfinished buildings.

Specks of dust dancing in the moonlight,
Dreams of children’s pictures forgotten by someone.
Blind eyes of abandoned dolls,
Shadows can tell everything about spent lives.

GM-counter nervously alerts us
To the game which man will lose.
And the ghosts’ round dance laughs at us,
On the bridge only shadows remained after explosion.

Those who lived once in this land
Turned to ashes long ago and vanished in haze.
Only sometimes children’s silhouettes flicker,
Prohibitory sign – “It’s a shadows area”.

Specks of dust dancing in the moonlight,
Fear of children’s pictures not discerned by someone.
Blind eyes of abandoned dolls,
Shadows can tell everything about spent lives.

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