Sonnet 1 Poem by Pavel Zernov

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Please stop, don't run: I guess it is enough
To hound the time, that will be never tired.
Forgive me, Lord. Excuse my crazy laugh,
My life is gone, all over, I'm expired.

To be or not - it's truly nevermind,
Resign yourself on cold, forget the summer.
Don't be afraid: Grim Reaper isn't blind,
But all the harvest 's frozen, what a stunner!

Give me your hand. I feel: it's warm and soft,
And I'm so calm, inspite of hell arisen,
Regardless of my soul is teared off,
I am not scared, I just have a reason,

Because I know: while I hold your hand,
This queer world will never meet the end.