Twentieth year, and the same all dark,
All the same passions shake the world.
One question: let's leave that to posterity?
Good thoughts worn to holes.
High ideas are not thought of,
The boredom of everyday life has jammed.
Where to aim if there is no goal?
The path is not clear, the soul sleeps in the dark.
Shadows
© Copyright: Мария Филипповна Макарова, 2020
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