Is It Possible? Poem by Nero CaroZiv

IS it possible that I cannot die, I who drank with delight
From the cup of the crescent orbiting moon
And as the birds sing and migrate to the West
I watched them loving the scented nights of June.


Is it possible to connect to nature; be part of it
Is there not some shining strange escape for me
Who sought Beauty in flowers and the bright grass
Oh universal; a forever immortality out of human grasp

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