A poem I wrote, called My last smile.

Silence all over, the night is still young.
But it’s already too late for me.
I could not be saved. I could not be believed. I could not be lost……..

I am helpless in this situation.

I will always be right beside you.

The sins of the devil lie in a bottle of vodka. you cannot get rid of it wiyhout help of the Lord.

It’s all I have.

I am praying to God for you.

It is so horrible when a loved one is ill.

This was hard for me to write.

Poem.

Hope is crucial in emergencies.