stone of your country
lion-
with heart of zion
You came and I sensed you land beneath your feet
You left a bit of soil here
Though NEW-but little I knew your country-
you are in the spirit of osip mandelstam
Anna Andreevna Akhmatova’s
Who starved for humanism in their own penitential tone
symbols of love embosed
you laugh in auterities
symbols of a great war of love
of great voices of love for love to be loved
in the schools of humanity
saving the grace which everyone lost it on their why to find nothing
you triump in the music for these ill men
reMINDing them to sing and dance
Tearing their hatreds` into shreds
A beautiful gift to
Free their MIND
And to be KIND
Sometimes later they will FIND
Next time you come to my country get me some
STONES from your country. I mean the Kamen
For this earth need more of YOU and ME
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