When will I meet her?
Again,my soul suffers in this hell.
Or I will not meet her anymore?
In that case,nothing will ever be well.
My heart is touched by everything
If I knew how to cry,I wouldn't wait.
Each day and night,I sink
And wonder how much I stayed.
The last drops of inspiration find their
way to my soul.
I go against my past,
I have almost broken the wall
And hope,this will not anymore last.
Stayed
© Copyright: Ортиков Диёр, 2020
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