She has chosen her way,
But there is always price to pay.
Even life-long delay
Won’t save her from the dept,
She’ll return, alive or dead,
From the shallow or the depth.
She has chosen the War —
Not my soul-mate anymore.
Coming into the wrong door,
She has lost the fatal score.
She has chosen her flow —
To be a cell in a row
With a negative growth.
She has chosen the war,
Where is nothing to explore,
Where is nothing to restore.
She isn’t the one anymore.
Her way
© Copyright: Рита Мельникова, 2025
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