the war's quick start
long last last breath
with the grains in my heart
don't rush my death
my Lady's soft glove
i wish i were smart
She looks from above
straight into my heart
a couple grains in my heart
blue sky above
i had no luck in death
i will have in love
...
...
wh,
2014-12-29
(after Bulat Okudzhava)
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