There was once stony field and sickness.
With life inside the only stars.
I wandered there full of loneliness.
Until you came, until you came.
Now “Hope” – my word, my crest, my switch.
I grazed away distorted scars.
“Keep smiling, make me full” – my wish.
(To Natalie V. 19.07.2012)
Squalor no More
© Copyright: Яков Казански, 2012
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