The night chill slowly creeps
Into my lonely silent home.
I close my eyes. It seems,
The hurt is ready to come.
Along with the pain
tenderness grows...
The knot of various feelings
Untangles into a sheer remorse-
No more illusory half-meanings.
I've been always wasting my time
On what I proudly called 'Books',
Borrowing seconds to drop
you a line
Without receiving in answer rebuke.
No occasion for me can now occur
To let you hear my desperate cry:
There is nothing I wish to share,
But the world with you and I.
Now, when my heart stumbles,
Looking for further ways to live,
Every following day doubles
The weight of my loss and grief.
To my parents
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"Every following day doubles
The weight of my loss and grief."
I was moved with compassion for your grief. My condoleances!
But give this grief to the Lord, He said "My yoke is easy".
With best wishes,
Альбина Кумирова 27.04.2019 13:05 • Заявить о нарушении
The weight of my loss and grief."
I was moved with compassion for your grief. My condoleances!
But give this grief to the Lord, He said "My yoke is easy".
With best wishes,
Альбина Кумирова 27.04.2019 13:05 • Заявить о нарушении
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