***
The days of remembrance have passed,
May rains — tears of those on Earth,
and the ashes of the fallen in war —
celestial beings.
Behind us — three years of pain.
And how to live with this —
is ours to decide, and ours alone.
In the beginning was the Word,
and now — words, words…
and words, like people, are tired.
It happens.
But all will pass. This too shall pass.
And Ukraine?
What about Ukraine?
She will be rebuilt —
inevitably and irreversibly.
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