I want to talk to you at quiet night
About the thoughts surrounding my mind,
About the conscience of our clever world,
About a protest to unfair court.
My dear friend in urban stone hut,
I’m frightened by to have amoral nod
To people who are used to yelling dead
At loving life and Earth insulted lad.
Your sensible advice lives in my soul
And day by day I listen to its call.
It whispers and it seems a little mad
Regarding disobedience to dread.
You taught me learning hard for being free.
I’m not that timid girl I used to be.
However, every night I miss my sage.
It’s difficult to fight alone with rage.
My sage
© Copyright: Ирина Солосенкова, 2017
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