Show me your hardest loss,
Show hands burned with the sun,
I agree, of course, I want believe you,
Tell me, please, what you had done?
Tell me… Full of sorrow
You looked for a way to heaven,
Winds of death torn air over road,
Tell me, please, what to your heard has happened?
Tell me, how you dug ice
With naked hands, and living flowers
You find under lifeless snows,
Devoured grey and wise clouds
With eyes full of sorrows…
Tell me
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