The Last Toast Published January 22, 2018 by suprusr 0 I drink to home, that is lost, To evil life of mine, To loneness in which we’re both, And to your future, fine, — To lips by which I was betrayed, To eyes that deathly cold, To that that the world is bad and that We were not saved by God. Related posts: Requiem Song Of The Final Meeting “In Human Closeness There…” White Night suprusr Published in Poems
