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“OUR OLYMP At this altitude of wavering faith and dying stars our love could not stand a chance; it disappears slowly within my rhymes sky. Fading along the pale darkness like a path of crumbling anecdotes on old crumpled philosophers' notes. I can not see the moon anymore - neither I can imagine the place where it should rest tonight in the sky of ours, where it used to be so bright. The Gods themselves dare not make a home at this height of our hearts, for even the immortals would refuse to hold sacred a place so high. Even our wishes refuse to fall at the mountains feet, still climbing, trembling, and slowly loosing - defeat.” — Laura Chouette
OUR OLYMP
At this altitude of wavering faith and dying stars our love could not stand a chance;
it disappears slowly within my rhymes sky.
Fading along the pale darkness like a path of crumbling anecdotes on old crumpled philosophers' notes.
I can not see the moon anymore - neither I can imagine the place where it should rest tonight
in the sky of ours, where it used to be so bright.
The Gods themselves dare not make a home at this height of our hearts, for even the immortals would refuse to hold sacred a place so high.
Even our wishes refuse to fall at the mountains feet, still climbing, trembling, and slowly loosing
- defeat.