In the Draft
Автор: Souvenir of Sadness
The wounds get healed
Not maybe just in vain.
They are now dying -
Those people who laughed back.
Time of loss is getting lost.
Goodbye, past life!
Goodbye, the mindless host!
The second life is coming up.
The light of its is glowing bright!
My life has changed - it's new.
And I come straight without hooks.
The enemies are buried in the dark.
Their soulles bodies gathered
In the draft.
I was lying there and you were.
The past life has gone off.
It's gone forevermore....
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