To be a man who missed getting a Mona Lisa -
that's me in this golden day of regrets;
an envelope unopened between continents
capturing my imagination, and if I would
have a whip, I would go and flagellate
myself on these sun-flooded roads like
the penitents of an another plague era.
Spiked words hitting mind a poor substitute
and book learning no substitute to common
sense, and thus wondrous gifts slipped between
my grasping fingers into air and aeroplane.
10.04.2025
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