unbearable thoughts I was holding
my life was like tomb - cold and ugly.
No light in the future , but wisdom
of others permited to argue .
Some olds gave me air for breathing
they smashed rosy cheeks but it cured
my burning brain that so suffered
eternity should not be frighted .
the days are still grey , they are gloomy.
but now I have some brights paints.
My brushes are new , no practice
but yet I have tiny hope...
unbearable thoughts I was holding
© Copyright: Екатерина Передереева, 2020
Свидетельство о публикации №120101802208
Свидетельство о публикации №120101802208
Рецензии