Dull and nasty all around.
Cold in soul penetrates.
Can't I run from rains and clouds?
Where are you, my blessing day?
Ought I sit, be sad and moveless -
Not to go anywhere?
Tears drop and thoughts're like zummer -
Where is way out, where and where.
Nobody can give answer,
Even relatives and friends.
Do I have for Sun any chances?
Can I hope for my happy end?
Yes! The only thing that helps me -
Is my mission on the Earth:
It obliges not to surrender,
To be honest, but don't try be first.
1 января 2020 года
Раиса Филина