A Closet of Sorrow
By Sergey Fyodorovich Fyodorov
Each one has...
A closet of... sorrow...
Cobwebs and their own spiders in the dust...
The years...
Gather dust so terribly...
Happiness... and... a closet...
Only I have...
I hold the keys to it...
As many as there are
Ladies in the world...
So many are the dusty
Cobwebbed closets...
...somewhere... out there...
There... somewhere... beneath
The heart of life’s
River!
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