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ñ 13 íà 14 îêòÿáðÿ 2023 ãîäà Òåëü-Àâèâ.
This was written tonight after another bombing.
from October 13 to October 14, 2023 Tel Aviv.
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I wish for peace to come,
The one in which neither of us
Will come to be the same again.
In which a bloody feast and
Broken hopes will come afroze united
A bow again and palm in palm
Those scenes of someone's wars
Are flashing through our sight
But that’s no dream
The picture holds
In story… All of us in it
And those that pave the road to hell
Are named intentions of the good
The road to peace
Was long enough
To often
With of those
Look backs
The peace will surely come
Not everyone will live to see
This very thought makes soul feel chill
When one will pray for those who brave
My treasured ones
You are eternal now
The strong and helpless
Who passed away
And those that on their way
Almighty who commanded us with words
Preserved in our very souls and holy scrolls!
They all became so clear again
As no one has abandoned or betrayed them
It hurts to be a bitter sample
It seems that we’re fated to be so
As wars won’t stop all others
Let our fate
Be there for them
...
I wish for peace to come,
The one in which neither of us
Will come to be the same again.
In which a bloody feast and
Broken hopes will come afroze united
A bow again and palm in palm
Those scenes of someone's wars
Are flashing through our sight
But that’s no dream
The picture holds
In story… All of us in it
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translation by Ryuu Akira Yuki (Izhiyo Alhasov)
Original: http://stihi.ru/2023/10/14/3347
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