You know me, I know you, -
we both keep the knowledge,
that
the grass is green, the sky is blue,
an English likes the porridge;
and
the roofs are red in old townships,
the bells remind the foliage;
and
the crying eyes for better weep,
‘cause tears make the collage.
So,
it’s like this in the built-up world
with lives of men and women,
where
the crook is crooked, the bold is bold –
the other hasn’t meaning.
For
the sun is bright, it sheds the light
on dwellers as them handed,
look,
it flaps just like a flying kite.
without the hint to end it.
19.01.2021г.
The knowledge
© Copyright: Серж Северодвинский, 2021
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