Black Mamba

A snowstorm beyond the horizon of truth

 **“White Madagascar”  
  
On the white frozen lake, a rider  
  
everything is indifferent now  
  
That lake was once full of the horse’s tears  
  
But now it is frozen  
  
You can free the world  
  
You can free my mind  
  
At the crossroads of the plain  
  
The headless rider smiled  
  
For the last time  
  
In his eyes the sky was reflected  
  
Yellow like cypresses  
  
And he vanished beneath the sheet of water  
  
And everything turned white  
  
It is the white Madagascar**

White Madagascar

Sailor Moon

Suit-made underwear

Something underneath keeps cutting in

Where did all this glitter come from

Calm trapped inside melancholy

And the other way around

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