To Oscar Wilde - Poem by Lara Biyuts
From Irony, the alien planet, to Earth
You have arrived in shape of pollen
of lilac trees, white flowering, and come
into full blossom
All our human dreams, ideas, pains,
these shaky earthly shades have come to life
with that and only whiff of lilacs,
which fills the gardens and the minds.
Ohh… in this alien aroma we see
all earthly platitude,
all silliness and fibs get withered.
Brought by a cosmic concordance,
the lilacs of Your planet are a good…
no, extraordinary acquisition
it spares our life the smell of nonsense.
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