Ніколенко В.Є.
There is no luck within the love and fate.
As well
The death itself will not conclude a serve.
I am convinced that hence considered great
Will not impress and tremble single nerve.
I am a mount that's hammered much. Too much
To be disturbed. How can be dust?
I learned: the more you need a crutch
The less thou get apart from the disgust.
O, weightless airs that spread the cheers
O, solid soundness! Pallid silhouette
That stepped aside before the worst of fears,
O, what I led my facts to, who I met!
I'll beg my dove forgive me. Not too late!
But how to reassure the end to hesitate?
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