Seated on a Prussian chair
with a glass of Armenian brandy in hand,
I’m watching a Baltic sunset
from the roof of a house built by Swedes
in what’s Russia today
and listening to an Austrian’s Italian opera.
A guilty cosmopolitan pleasure
and an unattainable dream of the world
I fear I’ll never be allowed
to live in anymore.
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Author:
Ras ad-Din (
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Comments1
you will!
as long as you Choose
to believe
and control, the channels
and radio dials, that infiltrate
your life..
believe in one humanity
and allow yourself, to dream
like those before you, did..
a great write, dear Poet
thanks for sharing
stay Strong!
'remember, even during war
Nature
gifts us, the same sunset
and sunrise, we simply
have to remember, to look-up
and Indulge, in life
even
if just for a while..'
🙏
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