людмила, 55 - 13 октября 2008 20:46

Our life is a contract.
And death is expected
to say: “The deal is ended,
come with me on my track..”
I’d like it to be in autumn
after spring-and-summer’ blossom.
No need for indignation,
cause autumn is the time of separation.
It’s nice to die alone and old,
when soul goes into the winter cold.

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