I cannot say

Дарина Максимовна
I’m dying, literally. Try me,
Just asking what is like my day.
And I will tell: “I cannot say,
Because I’m kind of tired of lying,
When answers are “just fine”, “okay”.

I’d always tried to figure out
If I could feel that something’s wrong.
But all my time was dreadly wasted:
I did not see what’s going on.

And “now and then I fall apart”.
And other words from famous songs
Can now reflect this doom condition.
All I can say: “It’ll last for long”.


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Joy comes as rapidly as death and taxes.
It has its special all-consuming pace.

While sadness kills our souls with poisoned axes,
Joy fools our hearts with its relentless race.

So harmony is not a huge endeavour.
It puzzles our bright and tired minds.
It doesn't take a heart for staying clever,
It doesn't take a thought to stay refined.

Best wishes for each season, mood and day,

Maryna

Марина Чиянова   24.12.2021 18:07   •   Заявить о нарушении
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