Poetry

Prayer

(Machine translation - Google)
The suffering of my life dried up
Sterile flour hellish its...
Why, say, we believe, love
Recklessly and lost days?
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Of course, I pray, the former peace and happiness -
I want to live! I want to feel!
I know that fate is not in our power
But in the abyss of heaven, or flying?
Forgive the sins of past errors and,
Give a chance to live heal wounds,
For friends and relatives of people smile
Believe, in this world worth living!
Do not burn fire madman wings:
The dream is always mad but clean,
And the heart of requests to make a fairy tale bylyu,
And weep for the plot line list.