Ah Mikhail
Ah Mikhail, were you here to splash again with me
Through the mounds of marbles fragile white
And roll and scream delirious with childlike ecstasy
That leave uncounted the snowbirds late in flight.
Memory is a giant stain on the carpet of my mind
And the pain like footsteps pound it again and again
My son, my son, how noble now your deeds all shine
How mortal now my dreams, and life how vain.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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