tied to our home

Юлия Юнская-Григорьева
Whether the wise can be not enough clever?
Give me a ticket one way to forever.

I’ll be with you, when the birds start to sing,
Thus in the cage we might figure something.

Up to the top from the bottom of class.
Give me your hand and perhaps it will last

Far to the terrain where no avid worm.

Subtile and reckless, we’re tied to our home.