( CYCLE : STIGMA OUR SOULS )
These two people on the street
Around alarming sunshine scream
Remember them forever see
Eternal wariors not a myth
You are an echo of your era
With subtle smile, so elegant
You old-fashioned bow to me
Raising your hat with dignity
I’m rebelious girl, outsider
Dressed already scandalously
You could by my grandfather
But you tied between us a tread
With cane and small dog on lesh
You outfit classic,impeccable
Gray suit, trousers with crease
You bow to me is not a faint
It’s not mistake, it’s mysticism
My era here meet to yours
You give me of your era charm
It ,it’s drama you to me pass
I have makeup, freckles
On pole face full of dreams
I mistakenly not your friend
I have big holes in short pans
Heavy combat boot on my feet
Lace shawl from my jacket hang
Instead blouse my armed bra
Long and fluttering is my hair
You loved ladies differently
Treat me nevertheless confidently
So books in my bag you see
As eternal of wisdom seeds
I can’t give you a pretty smile
Pass carefully, without haste
You know we’ll meet in heaven
In dancing together long time
Your era two major world wars
Atom bomb, gas, Holocaust
Ethics declin, technical progress
And great scientific theories
Now era also restless time
No one knows where it leads
But here is hope in our smile
The joy and dancing until dawn
( August 21, 2024 )
