Peter Pan should live in every soul

I've broke through,
I've found the shadow,
I've come away
& done the flight.

The Island came true
For one night.

In Little House I've cut my hair
To look like pixie within a Fairy
Ring.
To feel like Dancey
In World of Fair
Before I string.

A little Pixie, friend of mine,
Gave me /sophistic/, helpful smile.
I want to ask him /don't know how/
Why does he want to grow right now.

Today I think, that he /the Peter/
Should live in us.
To make us free
& happy,
only pity for those, who think we are the pans.
We are, well, but
The Pans.

P.S. Or Rulers. It depends.

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Иллюстрация - Jan van Holleben


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Fascinating, lovely poem.

Григорий Брамс   10.07.2020 23:55     Заявить о нарушении
Thank you so much! Tell me please, would you be interested to publish a poem of your choice in Russian in our telegram channel?

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Лета Гордеева   11.07.2020 00:22   Заявить о нарушении
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