Departure Poem by Lev Brekhman

Departure



The bride, in white, stands under rain.
Her hair wet, and black, and limp,
It is departing, life's train
But destination? Not Olymp…
A paleness clings to her thin cheeks,
Well, it's not sorrow, at least.
Her husband is maybe too meek
So who will hold the 'common leash'?

Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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