Happy NewYear, friends,
And others above.
Our tiny world
Is so small and uphappy,
It should finally learn us
The hidden secret of love.
With the empty space,
With the hearts prepared,
For the other race,
Which will follow us.
I'm pretty shure,
We get all the flowers
With the happy face
And the way no last.
And the skies can speak
With the voice of power.
And the Gods will watch
With forgiven smile.
We all still - like bricks
In a smallest tower
In the endless church
Of forgotten life.
Happy NewYear, friends
© Copyright: Ярослав Сучков, 2022
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