There's no time for any choice.
Shake my hand to end it all.
No last words - no need to voice -
Eyes are mirror of the soul.
I admit, that I was wrong:
No time heals the past mistakes.
In the credits of the song
Only that illusion breaks.
Go back home, return from where
Your herat lies, and where I fade.
All the moments that we share
Like the dust upon lampshade.
Solemn oath of no return.
We will never meet again.
Let it go and let it burn
In the hearth of rising pain.
All remains between four lines
Of the start and of the end.
Wretched and hesitant few cries
Shed from feelings, that were spent.
Final
© Copyright: Кристина Чертова, 2026
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