Sadness creeps and seems to be kind
But it won't leave me alone,
Look, it's not so easy to find
For our love a Rosetta stone.
I'm sad, I don't see you now
Not now, not ever you know,
I can't help but feel so run down
Rereading your messages, full of snow,
Full of icicles. Every letter is cold
Saying "there is no return",
Every word is bitter and bold,
Every letter is sad, should be burned.
Even sadness is better than you
The pain that it brings is kind
And sadness at least is true
To itself. That’s not easy to find.
Sadness
© Copyright: Нина Вольга, 2023
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I liked your poem, dear Nina! But I am an economist and accountant, not a poet. Russian and English are foreign languages for me.
My best regaeds!
Юрий Птицын 30.05.2023 16:22 • Заявить о нарушении
My best regaeds!
Юрий Птицын 30.05.2023 16:22 • Заявить о нарушении