The voices flow like Russian water,
peace winding in the air,
hearts are flying softly.
I’m here, halfway around the world,
and strangers are singing to me
of peace and love.
Here, where the Hammer and Scythe
lives; that so scared my father.
If I can find some way
to put my finger on the pulse
of such magic,
then God give me the wisdom.
gallagher
Moscow, USSR
26 Jun 1987 #1