There is no use of looking for
What happened many days before,
What's carried out by the flood,
Behind me there is pain and blood.
It's time to think, to look around
What I have lost, what I have found-
The fields to be well ploughed and sown,
They are deserts, unfertile zone.
And in the middle I stay alone.
No use
© Copyright: Виктор Ковязин, 2011
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