rich (Remove filter)
My Poor Ukraine
Nobody wanted to die,
Everyone wanted to fly,
To see each other and understand,
To live on our beautiful land.
But nobody hears the man.
Where is the one who can
Hear you and understand?
The one who would be fair
And always would take care.
I don’t divide men by the color,
But my patience became smaller.
Instead of the nightingale trills,
I have to take the pr...
Wednesday 21st November 2018 3:46 am
Recent Comments
Hélène on FOLLY'S FOOL
1 hour ago
Bethany Sallis on Greg Freeman
3 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on Final visit? ( fictional )
3 hours ago
Stephen Atkinson on FOLLY'S FOOL
4 hours ago
Stephen Atkinson on I Remember Joy
4 hours ago
Stephen Atkinson on You Are
4 hours ago
David Franks on Ruined plans in Cannes
6 hours ago
Kelso_Dynamo_On_The_Go on The Universe Dreams
7 hours ago
Tom Doolan on I Remember Joy
8 hours ago
Manish Singh Rajput on You
8 hours ago