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My poem.

And snow goes, and snow lies, and snow desperately runs,
Runs as if to spite...
After all, I was unlucky again-I was late...

Perhaps true....
I thank you for everything,
And thank you immensely,
After all, emptiness takes its toll...

When there was no hope left,
We all take up morality,
As it was , so it is now...
And I don't feel sorry for myself at all.

I don't feel sorry for you any more...
Think, friend, whether it is easy...
I managed myself,
It didn't help...You just touched it.

Your trust...What a pity...
Like swords flaming steel
Me quietly picks,
And that only pleases itself...

Tell me, my friend, what about me?
What is "me" from" us " in absentia left?
And again I feel uneasy...
I confused shame and joy...

I confused ice and fire...
Water fire and hearts banner
In paralysis, I joined...
Tell me...What did I get?

Experience, perhaps?
No. Wrong?
Hope? It won't do either.
How strange to see "dimensionless"...
Like the eye of your endless bunkers...

But what about me!
I'm worried again...
The boy is again before you,
I obey you foolishly,
You ... deaf to me and a stranger....

Let's leave the passion. That's not why I'm here.
I'm not here to be sad.
Don't cry in the proud moonlight.
Don't laugh at the prick.

"I'm here. I will always be there for you"
That's what I wanted to say...
She just watched him go.
Has left. I don't understand her.
But I saw - though I can't get up!
On the lens of the eye a glimmer of truth...
There is a thank you seal.