emigration

 

My
migration is not like swallow,s

It is
escape of the “lie and deceit land

To the
remotes

And
reaching to the garden of Eden

There
which hearties are lovers

And
guiltless settled in all gazes

I take a
trip to corn poppies city

My
migration is not like swallow,s

It is
without return

full
of  gillyflowers in my hands

I wish not
be closed

The gate
of the land

 

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