There was a time,
long years,
when I dreamed
of staying for
ever;
long years,
long years ago,
when I longed
to live and live;
long years.
Now, if
and when I go,
I will go with
little regret,
little regret
and none
of it for me;
all of it for you
who slipped from
my hands,
slipped from
my hands
and fell into death,
fell and were gone,
gone forever.
31.10.2022
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