It’s spring and helicopters fly in pairs,
The long-lost souls of tanks that died at war
Protecting what is ours from what is theirs
And what will come from what has been before.
It’s spring, the time of love and cherry blossoms,
The time of change but also of return,
It smells of hope, it smells of something awesome,
It smells of us. When will we ever learn.
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Vadim Kagan
I believe that each day is a blessing, every story is amazing and all poems should rhyme!
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Comments (3)
What an incredible poem, unbelievably moving and brilliant
Timely poetic; helicopters always remind me of the Vietnam war in that it was the first time I had ever seen one on television or anywhere else. The sound of a chopper always sends of an alert in my brain, an SOS of history? Still.. Excellent Vadim!
Oh...this is pretty and thought-provoking, nice work Vadim!