There's everything just fuss and just decay in our life,
And only when we are at the decline of our day,
We are to realize the thought, that our destiny and life
We are to be regret to, that we want to know,
To have a hope, that someday there'll be time
In which our mistakes may have excused be by,
And no one knows, whom it may be, when and how,
The nearer last darkness is, the more's a hope of ours,
That there shouldn't be the other shining in our days,
Which brightness mightn't be eclipsed by,
We are to realize its name is KINDNESS.
Thoughts about feelings
© Copyright: Трофим Квн, 2015
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