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The half of life we lose because of rushing by Yulia Drunina

The half of life we lose because of rushing
We rush, and we can see sometimes 
no cap of russule when it's really blushing, 
no pain on bottom of beloved eyes.
And, as it's said, when sunset is upcoming 
in vanity, in prison of delight
Hands of the fear grab suddenly, you're dumbing,
They get your throat with cruel cold night.
You ran your life, you chased the ghost the vision
in webs of care and daily urgent deeds,
Perhaps, you overlooked main thing; decision 
was wrong, and there was russule that you missed.

P.S. This is my translation of poem by Yulia Drunina

Copyright © Serge Lyrewing

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