I write to you compressing grief and fear -
Had I more wits, I wouldn’t ‘ve been too late.
No words are left to comfort you or cheer,
My star-crossed friend in all this toilsome Fate.
No way, Jose! Death lacks escaping doorways.
You’ll be surprised how quickly you’ll ascend,
How tenderly you’ll be remembered always
At God’s good will and to His heart's content.
My honour pledge is not to let you down.
Your call is heard, my way has just begun.
No shade, I hope, will ever make you frown
In blissful world more garish than the sun.
Светлой памяти Н. В. Родоман
© Copyright: Ксения Хрусталева, 2013
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