A wheat field...

Two Polish women and a wheat field,
A cat from Czech Republic was healed,
Borysfen was waving  a difficult wave…
So..people could’t guess where is a cave.

A questionable history entangled in net,
Dividing  them into those and those…
Like a dancer dressed in a nun’s cloth,
Was looking for a tower and  Annette.

On a simple stone that revealed a riddle,
Was written:”You,sheeps and a middle”,
But whether it makes a sense when a fog
Obscures a head of population..slog,slog..

Scandinavian peninsula,the Himalayas..
A beautiful Estonian girl  held a book,
The old sailors was catching a plaice…
A shipboy remembered…he lost a hook.

Media as hypnosis…media as conveyor..
Fortunately,there are those who escaped
From the tunnel of debauchery.A prayer..
for those who got an invisible scraped.

In the old Kievan Rus were several men,
Although,Japan always had them more…
An orchid was hidden…who is an owner?
That who opened eyes and isn’t a moaner!