Days Poem by Lev Brekhman

Days



Love, and hate, and simply fear,
Days aglow, bitter-sweet.
Don't think you are King Lear,
Most probable, rotting meat.
In the life evanescenting,
What is stronger than belief?
With a peter often ending,
Just a falling autumn leaf.

Thursday, October 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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