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![]() ![]() The soul is also...The soul is also getting rougher If it's too often being beaten And filled with bitterness and pain. Every new blow makes it tougher- And there's no point to be pesistent Today in wounding mine again.
If you aim to impute sins to it Or to denounce it like an evil To its foundations full of guilt. It will be useless, you will see it, To make my tears stream like river You once at least show a good- will.
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© Nadezhda Zaharieva, autor
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