I’m Going Through The Wide Moscow   Street   by Gena Shpalikoff

Ksey_Gan

 

Some  times everything is going very  well:

What reason - you can’t understand.

That’s simply a summer  pleasant rain,

The normal thunderstorm .

 

In croud  familier faces'r shine,

Slightly tiered dearest  eye:

In  them the Garden Ring shine,

In them the Garden Ring run,

And summer too warm rain .

 

I’m going through tremendous Moskow street

And can go easy  even far

To salt Pacific Ocean stream

And  Tundra at Sebiria .

 

The sail I will eventually spread,

Still did not  know, with whom.

And if  i have a  sorrow about home of mine,

I’ll find   a violet under deep snow -

Reminder  of  my   Moscow .

  • Author: Ksey_Gan (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 1st, 2025 15:42
  • Category: family
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  • sorenbarrett

    A nice poem of reminders of what one calls home or place of origin. Although far away each reminder brings one closer. Lovely



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