What is the embryo
Which’s here just to grow,
Which’s here just to grow
For good of world?
Who is the embryo
That’s not to be de trop,
That’s to be not de trop
And as the baby often called?..
By blood my cradle is sewn
And brings it to and fro,
As I’m the embryo
In mother’s womb…
Yet ma don’t like to know,
And they me so throw
At wet embrace of snow,
That I’ve at once turned into grume.
Embryo
© Copyright: Виталий Селецкий, 2008
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