Bella Forgot Her Suitcase.


Bella forgot her suitcase

In a multicultural staircase

It was a very high-functional stairway

Full of pneumonia

Sickness of the trapped free souls


Had to use the library restroom on the way

Thoroughly washed her face

After deciding to abandon everything

She sang on the way


Indeed – she wanted to go and see

The cactus land from her dreams


Running to the travelling port of air

Somebody had spilled dried cranberries

All over the floor, and her hair


Resemblance came in mind

Of the red cochineal corpse

Laying dead on the ground

After just a quick flight

On the other side of the night side