I Am Still Young

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I Am Still Young

Beyond repair
Soon Enough
I am still young
I am still young, my love
The bus crawls
Memories hang inside me
I level the grave
People gather around him

The father
would eat out of my hand
with difficulty.
And he died.

People gather around him
reluctantly
worried
lest they catch death.

AuthorDenisa Duran
2018-08-21T17:22:34+00:00 November 12th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 101-102|0 Comments