Maria Barbara Korynt
Buck House... - Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt
England attracts with one's view eyes
tall trees, water fountains and colour flags
are bouncing as in the water
as in the mirror.
To be in London and not to see the palace
it is incredible.
To learn his history
it to enter the palace in order
to hear whispers of walls, appliances
and senses hidden deep secrets and the ones
which stopped already being them...
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