Every mind will be nimble and arable,
When the air's sufficiently dense;
Modern fool can make up a parable,
But it doesn't have to make sense.
Our fates look so damned and so simple,
Dreams got rotten and left behind,
Because dreams didn't make it through winter,
Without water of promise to find
La-la-land at the end of the tunnel,
Or at most some curious wine,
Of yellow and ripe dandelions
With a little inscription:" Shake fine!"
Every Mind will be Nimble and Arable
© Copyright: Ирина Стародубцева 3, 2017
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