When the stars go dim
And the sky fades away
Remember that I'm far far away
When the sun doesn't shine
And you're drowning in your third glass of wine
Remember that I was the one who drew the line
When life doesn't go your way
And you're flicking your ashes in a cigarette tray
Remember I'll meet you halfway
When hope is lost
And you have no reason to live on
Remember I'll meet you at dawn
YOU ARE READING
Toska.
Poetry"No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing...
