This is the poem to accept the things that are beyond your control
In the warm embraces of sunshine,
Under the gentle touch of the air,
With a quiet, invisible whisper
I’ll accept my impending fate.
I would walk a different path
If I only could choose my tomorrow,
If I only could skip that part
Where I must go through sorrow.
If I only could stay in the land
Where my blood was mixed with soil.
Maybe I won’t know regret,
But…
Then, I never would write this poem.
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Sincerely yours,
Lubov Leonova
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