No sugarcoating sorrow,
No luck to just escape,
If there exists tomorrow,
It isn't on a tape!
It's looming in the shadows,
Covert between the lines,
Sweet grass' blades of the meadows,
Both sides of precious dimes,
The life is like Joconda,
That traces, where you move,
What boldness are you fond of?
What statements should I prove?
You can't supress the action,
The unabridged success,
And move in the direction
Unless you should digress;
But future is no gamble,
No justice of the cards,
It's loathing, loving, tremble
And joking of the gods.
No Sugarcoating Sorrow
© Copyright: Ирина Стародубцева 3, 2022
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