A hand camera covers half of the face
In a photo because
Great artistic, some think and admire it
Perfect invention, others tick it as liked
Many say that’s creative and appreciate
But reality is
A bruise on the left hand side of the forehead
A reminder of what went on the night before
A drunkard falls after beer mixed with vodka
And the memories of St. Petersburg-Moscow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem