His Love, Her Play
Her hero never returned
Circle of Life
Old Man's Branch
I am a Prostitute, Sir !
A Mother's Wait
Life's a Rented Home
Her hero never returned
A little girl sang a song on the streets
About men, tired fighting the war
About the ships that left
And all who forgot their joy to the end.

She sang in her clean voice and flew up to highness
And sunbeams shined on her shoulder
Everyone saw and heard from the darkness
The dirty and torn clothes singing in the light.

All of them were sure that joy would come
Because ships arrived at beach
The people in the land of war
Regained their bearings are happy.

Sweet was her voice and the sun’s beam around
And by heaven’s gate
The little girl versed into mysteries and mourned
Because none of them will ever be returned.
© Oshit Kul Ratan,
книга «Uncanny Words of a Broken Heart».
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