Skies of grey are about to clear,
The feeling of sadness shall soon disappear.
I hear the thoughts circling in my mind,
Some are cruel and some of them kind.
Wisdom struggles against folly,
The battle is hard — for neither is holy.
So easy to worship what’s easy to get,
And think there is nothing you’ll ever regret.
Walking down the alleyway,
Passing the house where I used to stay.
Memories lost but never forgotten,
Of bridges once shining, now broken and rotten.
Leaving the shadow alone in the light,
Let it be swallowed later by the night.
It always finds the easiest way —
And always comes back with the earliest ray.
24.12.2025
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© Copyright: Михаил Лунёв, 2025
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