It was so many years ago …
I don’t like a word “about”
But can’t, of course, to rub you out
As if you was like piece of snow
That melts in hands and later on
Dried as some traceless pure water …
Who said that we have foolish quota
For love and friendship? It has gone!
Who said he never had a friendship
Has no chance to come on board
Of guiding under word of Lord
The “Loving and Supporting” Ship.
He lies. It’s bluff! He couldn’t take
That Lord and friends are giving him.
My Lord, my pardon … That extreme
I can’t accept. What could I make?
Remember you and always will.
I pray you have enough of strength
And stretch yourself in full your length
To reach you goal and win the Hill!
Moscow, August 30, 2010
THE HILL
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