Gone With Hainan
I’ve never been in Philippine
but my love’s lived within
one of its thousand isles
dropped in ocean waste
long ago as stranger and paladin,
as dream, mirage and guest.
Among the country and people
whose race and culture
not very close to Kyrgyz turks
but as society is good for example
and helpful for make breakthrough.
But now all seems
vanished and gone
with Hainan
unusual strong and destroying typhoon,
that killed thousands people
and left homeless
almost million.
What mean my love
compare with such disasters?
But she was too
crying and weeping
among the broken hearts, lost hopes
and wholly transformed lives
primarily unreal and invisible,
because I’ve never been in Philippine
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