The "T" uncrossed

[akatsija]

The life exists, the life goes on,
The nose's tickled by eon
That makes the sense to tremble and
To feel, to cry, to understand.

The simple look, the quiet sigh,
The one that briskly puts aside,
The one that's lost, the one that's missed,
The one, that says "I am amiss".

The letter "T" that goes uncrossed,
The "i" that misses dot almost,
The pride, the love, the travesty,
The truth that leads to honesty.

The figure that could be of speech,
The breath that could break out siege,
The love that could exist, or gone...
The faith... forgiven... or forgotten.

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А.Кац и Я