Loss, grief and sorrow!
(Утрата,горе и скорбь).
Day and night,
they play hide and seek,
I'm sitting by your fence.
On a dry,emaciated face,
Salty,nasty grief is rolling.
I want to drink,
My throat is dry;
But,to ask for a sip of water,
There is no strength.
June 15, 2014.
(Author Yana Lorano).
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