After days and nights, many fights

the days of spring and summer

auburn fall and colder winter


All the battles we fought together!

All the dawns we spent and laughed!

Friends and smiles – what is better!


Words are poor and empty,

meaningless, hollow, grey!

Shadows standing on my way.


Why am I not blind, I ask

Why am I not deluded?

I will miss you… farewell.


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