It’s finally over,
My trying in vain;
I feel like a rover
With feet used to pain;
It’s finally over,
I’m walking alone
On withering clover,
Once tenderly grown;
It’s finally over,
Not having come true;
The coming October
Should see me come thru;
It’s finally over,
Each time of delay;
I’m lead by a nova,
It’s over my way.
Suicide Note
© Copyright: Владимир Петрович Янченко, 2016
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