by Pavel Chichikov
I saw a king
A long robe red and blue
With golden lilies scattered all in thread
The yellow crown of daylight on his golden head –
It was the dawn and he was kneeling
Dawn perplexed and thoughtful said –
Where and when shall I begin to fall?
A steep climb is it up for me
And blistering atop
But there's nowhere can I stop
You are a king
Dawn blessed and crowned
Now rise and see and bring
Whatever you have found
Along the way
So rise he did
Got up slowly from his knees unwilling
Climbed the blue high street
With shoes of noonlight on his feet
And they were burning
By the time the pathway fell
He'd noticed more than I can tell
Secrets, treasures left behind –
Falsity with truth aligned
Followed, walked together
The false one seemed the true one's twin
But limped a little, smiled askew
Looked grumpy though the day was new –
But truth the child kept two good feet
His smile was sweet
‘End of day at last,' Dawn cried –
Left his burning shoes outside
And with his dark blue slippers on
Took along the truthful twin
Truth alone invited in
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