Наталья Грищенко
Отцу
http://www.stihi.ru/2012/06/21/4029
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Заммлер Шмидт
I am left with my burning questions
That'll never drown in your hand.
My repentance as chronic depression
Will endure with me till the end.
I'm embarrassed with the unholiness
Of my sinful, unworthy lot.
Death itself doesn't really worry me.
I am scared of facing God.
I am left with my soul wide open
To endearment it deeply lacks.
Sending cries to the heavens and hoping,
In despair, to hear back.
Every day as I get older
I will pray for your sins without toll.
And survive through missing your shoulder,
If it saves your immortal soul.
When we cross, we are always naked.
When you passed, you triggered my leap.
Come to see me before I awaken.
Hold my hand, while I'm still asleep.
Наталья Грищенко. Отцу
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