Another year is in its end.
Another dream that didn't come true.
All that we know, as all we've met
Is passing our lives right through.
Nothing to change, the very dark,
Although we're getting all the way.
I wish I had that tiny spark,
Which could illuminate one day.
The hope is deep in souls somewhere
Awaiting just its fateful shine.
Next year will come, so be aware,
The side of yours is to define.
Another year
© Copyright: Дмитрий Писарев 3, 2025
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