Last day of war
Was painted by sufferings of those
Who lost themselves
At the bottom of crippled souls
If you
Will see me again
Forgive
For everything
Please know! your heart
Is clamped in a vice
Hands of war are putting fear in it
Having straightened hands forward to death
Where is your, where is your light?
Give all of yourself to it
If you are not right
.....
If you could not
.....
Last day of war
Was painted by sufferings of those
Who lost themselves
Please know
Without you in alleys of soul i can not
Please forgive
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