And again I am sad and tired
not of work,
but of great disappointment.
I thought joy would stay much more longer,
but it is gone
and I am alone in thoughts and worries.
I am not that young,
already nearly forty.
so why have dreams?
isn't it silly?
I am sad,
want to cry out a river.
A new day will come.
I will forget him.....
a new day will come
© Copyright: Екатерина Передереева, 2016
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