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Rise, sun

Nadezhda Harkusha

Rise, sun, in clear skies, When the clouds gathered above me, When in my tear-stained eyes A tear of despair trembles with sadness.

I'm looking for light among the darkness, among the thunderstorms And I wander at random with misfortune on my arm, Suffocating, bleak forecast Instilled sadness and boredom with indifference.

Oh, I wish I could live, fight and seethe, But suddenly the diagnosis died down like a volcano Burst into life. And you just have to be patient And submit to the heart of the Supreme Power.

Dare I call upon the Holy Grace? I will bow my head and open the wound of my heart... And still expect the days of death Calmly, silently, alas, I will not!

How much do I still need to do? I’m not at all ready for the transition, I really need, God, Your advice, They didn’t order “Give back” to the mooring lines!

“Wait just a week in the bay, Then sail under full sail. Let the stormy rains continue to fall, Your vacation is there, beyond the distant capes!

I sing again until my heart beats, And I enjoy the beautiful autumn days, But if they suddenly order me to leave, I’ll leave and be in the eternal clear sky!

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