A burden of someone's confession
Did not recline on my eyes which were,
As usual, engaged in a simple dance.
Howling at trees, for only they could listen,
I wanted to look back and confess what I was.
But it could not be done.
The trees were listening,
But they weren't speaking.
A sign was a dawn, a beginning of
The countdown to the end.
No, there is no end!
Ten, nine,...,one...
There was nothing to worry about.
Destiny - that was the answer.
The sign might have seemed unneeded,
But, in spite of all, the dawn had to come.
A new day started.
On that day, as on any other day,
The destiny had to be shaped
So that there was no end again.
Ten, nine,...,one...

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