Wednesday, October 18, 2017

(Seven years ago)

Don't look harshly on
the cold season that comes,
embrace it like an old friend
you might never see again.

Say something to the spring,
It's not without fears,
it's destined for the tragedy
of completeness.

Summer wants you,
summer is not shy.
summer won't bite you,
at least say hi.

Take autumn to the theatre,
something serious. Read
free verse from before the war.
But hurry.

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