Maybe few running minutes...

Maybe few running minutes
Lord lettered for the tenderness my.
With suffers, different desies,
Leave separate, invented life.
And let she staying always right.
All of the days was love inside.
Breath silent - lips whispered hope.
My saint prayer for her soul.

#andrey_of_rus

Original text on Russian:
http://www.stihi.ru/2014/08/07/1354