Love Dies and Other Poems

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Love Dies and Other Poems

Love Dies…
If I Could…
A Small Blade of Grass in the Field…
We Have Been through So Much
Plain Madness
We Were, and Now We Are Not
An Old Testament Woman

Is my life worth more
than the life of the dog
licking its paw in the yard?
Or the life of the plum tree
which sleeps in winter and blossoms in the spring?

How do the plants feel
when it rains on their leaves,
do they rejoice?

Both our and their meaning are intertwined
and each one of us, eventually
is a small blade of grass in the field
which can not
see the whole meadow
because of its position and size

2018-08-21T17:22:52+00:00 December 21st, 2010|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 75|0 Comments