Pamir
I woke up in morning
Had wish of observing
Flowers blooming.
Regardless if a rose, or lotus, jasmine.
And I did; encountered silver bud, of Pamir
She is a reminder; is mirror reflecting
Good old days, and devils.
My poems, researches, stories
Among them corrupted KGB.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem