No matter how severe
And ruthless life seems,
Don’t cling to, don't adhere
To the past - its pleasant dreams.
It’s hard to be a fighter
When cherish what is gone,
And leaving is the hardest
When lingering too long.
Warm memories remembered —
Your heart begins to ache,
You can't go on your treading
With shadows and pain.
So mind — leave your cares,
Be grateful to the fate:
Who dwells in by-gone pleasures
Can't fight in this life’s race.
The past
© Copyright: Елена Кошевая, 2026
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