...
Howling wind from an autumn meadow
Spirits old life away.
With human's path ever veiled in shadows -
Hope: we'll have Luck, one day.
Though we should've been a bit more all-forgiving -
More than we're now instead:
Honoring all those with whom we're living,
While equal by those, who're dead.
Far beyond clouds, there's sun. Forever.
Every wild storm will pass...
Know: we'll be standing as one, together,
In a battle of Men and Grass.
Trapped for eternal, from dawn till nightfall
Digging our grievful bread,
Chasing horizon line, always brightful -
There we'll find Luck instead...
2026
We ll have Luck one day
© Copyright: Прохоров Михаил Михайлович, 2026
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