The bridge of sad and missing duty,
The ruins are the empty skull eye – socket.
Don’t be a panic voughly shocked
Absorb the dying beauty!
The twittering the birds with tender warning,
remember you the doomful day,
the cementry onset, its morning.
You could be free from debts of lying
to generations or friend’s teams.
The cementry – the home of our dreams,
are you wait for crucial trying?!
The shelter for the nothingness denying
The cementry
© Copyright: Аргутинский-Долгорукий А.И., 2004
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