When they send clerk into the fire strike,
nobody brings deceased men information,
that why about marvel resurrection
the people tell veracily pure truth like.
And missing soldiers, overcoming gates,
by dawn all returns to t’regiments,
memorising memorable dates
of their deaths,fraternal funerals case.
But I could not refer to such occasions:
you’r in the forest, you’r not really dead,
because you died near Moscow close approaches,
when young cadets were thrown into gap.
- Author: Ksey_Gan ( Offline)
- Published: February 1st, 2023 23:34
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 9
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