Burn A Disk Image Poem by Lev Brekhman

Burn A Disk Image



The hidden meaning of your way,
Remains, as always, hidden...
You must not linger, but you may
Turn suddenly, unbidden.
You meet, and pass, or they pass you,
Torn legions of people.
At last you come to the perdue,
And soon become a cripple.

Sunday, October 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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