After many years of journey,
Across endless lands,
I’ll return to you, my honey,
Defeating many gangs!
Let my saddle be so worny,
Pockets full of holes —
I will bring you a shiny sunny,
For our friendship souls.
Through storms that left me so torn-y,
I’ll reach your waiting doors.
My words may sound so corny,
Like old Wild West tales tolds.
What is worthier than money
And forgotten lands?
I’ll come back to you, dear honey,
With fresh daisies in my hands!
(In the saddle somewhere in the Altai wastelands with my dear friend. 2023 yr.)
The Worny Saddle Promise
© Copyright: Андрей Варнин, 2025
Свидетельство о публикации №125092903178
Свидетельство о публикации №125092903178
Рецензии