My Poems Are - The Holy Tanks, - Poem by Liza Sud
My poems are - the holy tanks,
they will arrive at Berlin, Vatikan,
overhead like clouds they will move -
what is my name? - as in childhood:
I do not know where I am and who I am,
Why on the screen there is kind Borya.
where I will be - does not know my life:
And here is - my Pure Land!
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