In memory of Mandana Shirandami
The tunnel
The tunnel has no light.
It's hard for me to get through.
No matter, it's day or night,
All my dreams have to come true.
I'm climbing like a blind.
I'm leaving bad behind.
I won't have any rest,
Until I find the best.
The end of tunnel's coming.
A happy tune I'm humming.
Someday, it will be better.
That really is the matter.
November 26, 2015
© By Igor Packer
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The tunnel
The tunnel