I drowned time in beloved tears…
Those bright desires and dreams will no longer be heavy crosses.
I did not value time…
It left with the rains.
Everything washed into the abyss of failed days.
I insulted time with worthless words…
Time is no authority to me.
It does not matter to me.
Because the dead do not feel movement.
He lies here — with no chance of renunciation —
on the eternal field of silent days.
*September 26, 2018, Zaporizhzhia*