No need for many friends,
Will be enough just six.
To march me where it ends,
To grip my casket’s sticks.
They walk, yet do not see,
Their voices fade like chimes.
What once was «I» or «me»
Dissolves between the times.
No weight is left to bear,
No chains, no debts, no dues.
Today they breathe a prayer,
Tomorrow hum my blues.
The world forgets my name,
And yet the river flows.
My blues becomes a flame,
That flickers, fades, then grows.
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No need for many friends
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