We're lonely together, people!
Resting peace rests in peace today.
Our weapon is shout that ripples,
our freedom that sways away.
Please don't tell me – you are in heaven,
no one's buying your lullaby.
I'm not counting this week to seven,
this is my time to say Goodbye.
Without walking to measure distance
from a glass to the thirsty lips
God’s relentlessly drinks His instance.
Souls are tart, when the heaven sips.
December 12, 2007
Iouri Lazirko
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