1913 year
It is the crack of dawn, another senseless day about to start, First sleep escaped me, nightmares then tore me all apart. I’m all alone, whoever comes, he’s not the one I chose. He sits...
Fame and glory is not why poetry you write, Don’t hide your soul, leave it in full sight. Stop complaining, humbly suffer through your pain. There’s more to talent than prominence and fame. 1913 В...
On this world you witnessed darkness fall, You had to find a spark, some lofty goal. Determined to succeed, no thought you had of rest, Marching courageously, passing every test. What happened to you...