How Pity Poem by Zamir Osorov

How Pity



How pity
that our people
will not to live
in a future,
make an instant leap
for one or two centures ahead,
when the most part of world
could transform so beatifully
as a temporal Switzerland,
that opened us from Rainfelden,
a little town near Basel,
faire-tale and outlook
for the eternal dream of Mankind.

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Zamir Osorov

Zamir Osorov

Kyrgyz Republic
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