The darkest nights all stammer in a row,
And my attention step aside so slowly.
I grow to dark within, the further down I go,
The more I meet myself, so tired and lonely.
With bridges high above my worried heart,
Death will put up, and new emotions start
To reconcile in consciousness perplexed.
The word is hard, but harder is
A string of wrong events
That could come next.
© A poetic review is a derivative work written by Maryna Tchianova after the original piece by
© Valeriy Yasov
http://stihi.ru/2008/02/22/2484
Valeriy Yasov It s dark and quiet poetic review
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