The year has been smiling too faintly and wily;
Forgettable moments, bewildered sensations -
They all have been fading away into twilight
Of torments, vicissitudes and tribulations.
La vie va faire chaud au coeur – a look at the star;
The hope – c’est inscrit – solely wish in the fingers;
I feel in the morn so torn - le miel et le tar:
Ils sont oublies - but their memory lingers.
The year
© Copyright: Томас Кромвель, 2019
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