Hello, my beloved Soul,
I am your devoted Sorry.
As always – too late to call
and never too soon to worry.
I'm catching the grace of flames,
whose Faith is as strong as Word is.
While dying at arms of Blames,
still weighing Belief in stories.
Still marching with Heart Beat Band,
forecasting by clouds Devotion,
I am to begin... and end,
"Forgive me" – is my promotion.
And when it is time for pass…
And breath's hardly taken – pleasure.
When ashes to ashes... Guess –
I am your "the best" Confession.
May 1, 2007
Iouri Lazirko
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