I can’t forget about sorrow days,
That evil life had made be very often…
It is much better than this world is gray,
But usually it came to me in autumns…
Oh, poor soul!!! Your sins led you to troubles,
You suffered and you understood the pain,
I wish my body would be under marble,
I with the sun would come instead all rains.
24 February of 2015
Sorrow days
© Copyright: Николай Москвитин, 2015
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