Отклонения, лирически и прозаически
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Whither Hence?

I spoke my heart
but yours was broken
and hollow sounded my voice.
The words sank deep into the abyss -
of love conditional the home.

No mirth exhaled thy bosom
on hearing those hallowed words
but gloom was cast upon thy wretched heart...

Whither hast thy smile departed?
Shall thee be freed from expectation?
'Tis but a heaven-made decision,
But prayest thou not humbled -
thy faith is mathematics, not life itself.