We can and we want,
We must and we should,
You from yesterday,
Me from tomorrow
Left in the mud of old sorrows,
Buried in past-
too fast.
What now? Sour regrets.
Listen to me.
It's over.No bets.
Locked is the door.
Future?
Should we try again?
Never. What for?..
It s over
© Copyright: Анна Люта, 2009
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