My Friend Was In Vatican, Poem by Liza Sud
My Friend Was In Vatican,
My friend was in Vatican,
She said that there is summer.
Although in Roma it’s fall,
Inside there are turtles and parrots.
By wonder they came into Garden
(because to excurse they were late)
She said that Time there went out-
So strong there is godly grace!
And head flows as in Paradise.
You don’t know place – it is ageless –
But I don’t want to Vatican,
To me Berezovsky is blameless.
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