A lonely misty dawn will wake a soul
Which won't get better for hundreds of years,
Being incredulous, embittered at the world
It ceases to evoke living feelings.
And it will not come out of any art
By a magnificent sincere peace of mind
A noticeable sign was torn apart,
The losses and the tears brought the spite.
And a single body bailed out
This soul that confused in doubt.
A soul
© Copyright: Ольга Владимировна Львова, 2022
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