It's raining in the shadow
It's flooding in the meadow
There is something that can't go
A trivial thing, that happened long ago
Release me God, of this unending sorrow
I don't want anything more to know
In these lies I have grown
Accustomed to the lemons people throw
Nobody realises about the created farrow
Which don't get filled by the winter's snow.
Realising at the end about the sacred woe
Which was taken on the crossroad in Moscow
~Priya K.
Drajen
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