Geography is a vile woman
With globe-shaped head.
It seems that she’s against me
Cause these days you are tangled
In South or North.
The same is with history
You are on Palace Square
While I am at refugee camp
For relocated hearts.
But astronomy is different
When all my friends-sciences are gone
Falling stars still tremble in my pockets.
These are your gifts:
Kindness, passion and two gentle wings.
But still it’s not enough to get through
Your shell of wounds and wonders.
school of life
© Copyright: Дант Лаорти, 2016
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