Post #4893

Igor Panin In Memory of a Friend "Went missing", - this is how they say, but I well know that you are dead. The flame of sternness flew away: No pain, no grievance and no dread. You lie somewhere in the mud, can't send the news to dear soul. You won't be found; your flesh and blood, decayed, just halfly or in whole. I feel so sorry, not your luck. Although, predictable it was. Not all return from the attack, triumphantly, with the applause. "He might be still...", - they say aloud so sadly. Gloom is spreading wide... And I keep silent and unbowed, but cry and shout in my inside. https://t.me/igor_panin/1807