Возвращение в Москву
кочевникNomad
when did you get home?
and did the ocean roar?
did you see your pals again
at the Georgian shore?
did you look into a store,
did you hold your child high?
and why was he a kid again,
and why was I a sigh?
i have already been there...
i shall not go again.
go and find your future
and sometimes i will send
an email of christmas time,
easter email too,
picnics, woods, and running twain
for life will ne'er run true...
--
a reprint.
For some reason, I love this poem. And the nomad is returning home this week.
Originally written about the Caucasus, but it was all a dream... I think.
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