poet Flavia Kuchenny

Flavia Kuchenny


A daughter of the Mother Nature
Bohemia, where do you lay
Bohemia, take me away
It's time to leave

With the sun
Before it's long gone
Bohemia, it's time to go
It's time to go

With the gypsies
And the Greek Gods from the Oddissey
Behemia, the circus is here
Pierrot wouldn't cry, Pierrot wouldn't fear

If you could only agree
Behemia, it's time to go

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Poem Edited: Monday, May 2, 2011

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  • Theresa Haffner (9/5/2008 8:48:00 AM)

    Flavia, you really have a lot of talent and a unique poetic vision. Keep writing!

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