Unfinished

[akatsija]

The love and hope flew away.
I shouldn't cry, I can't pray.
I walk in street, I look in eyes,
The only thing I see is ice.

The spring is gone, the summer's past,
The fall is finished - winter lasts.
The sun is laughing over me,
And I am frozen misery.

"Is my life finished?" one could ask.
The answer "Yes, that's true" won't last
Much longer than the time you need
To say those words, and life indeed.

And I still live, and I still look,
And I still walk, and wait for good.
I don't regret things I believed -
I thought that way, and so I lived.

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