I cried until I fell asleep
For it is better than to weep
What’s torn can never be restored
Have faith but know there is no point
In luck and grief and more than that
Collect your blessings, leave no debt
Surround yourself with kind endeavors
Forget the buts, the nos, the nevers
This too shall pass, or so they say
You find the needles in the hay
I find myself enchanted, truly
I can’t wake up, I lay there drooling.
The Sanctuary
© Copyright: Лолита Покрасенко, 2018
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