On the Globus There’s a Landmark
On the globus, there’s a landmark
that I treasure for life.
It’s name is engraved on my heart.
Its name is whispered
by the blood in my veins.
I keep there a chest full of treasures
– the memories of childhood,
all of the secrets of my youth,
my mother’s lullabies
and every father’s advice.
It has the scent of blossoming cherry
and China rose. The mirror remembers
my prompt, my wedding,
the days when my two kids were born.
The other places are just dots
on the map that I pass by in this life.
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