by Vitaly Bakhmutov
I'm dissolving sugar-day in coffee-night, soon
I'll mix shade and light with a spoon-moon...
I'm trying now to muffle the bitterness on lips,
But I'm destined far this night times all to drink.
I'm sitting at the table to write about day,
But at the end remember only the dreams' replay...
I'm seeking light in darkness, but find out a moon lit,
Day-night - a couple-spouse without you rises fear.
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