Walking Mind
My walking was in the Middle July park
Where from fountains a clear water jumps
And my mind came to its favorite bank
To continue a construction of boats
Which could be full of love
That flew over forests and roads
And let me dedicate my poem
To the abstract One
Whom I was ready to give
All my life as a gift
Every time this One
Could be concrete
And now decided to take the ticket
To our ship
To reach Orion to restore the Highest list
And to delete everything
That was too strongly
Connected with the Earth
Walking Mind
© Copyright: Альберт Афлитунов, 2024
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