Max Fomitchev-Zamilov, Poetry

Максим Фомичёв-Замилов, поэзия

Today
The Sun was angry.

Yesterday
I did not know
That Today would come.

Yesterday
I did not know
That we are not meant to live forever.

Tomorrow
We may die.

Yesterday
I was a little younger.

Today
You are as beautiful as ever.

Today
I want to love you more.

Tomorrow
We may die.

Yesterday
I was not wise.

Today
I am none the wiser still.

Today
I want to love you more.

Tomorrow
We may die.

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