2 Birthdays - Poem by Liza Sud
There may be 2 deaths, may be 1,
and may be 1, may be 2 birthdays.
I had 2 deaths - I never saw my dad.
I was born second time - with John of Kronstadt.
When somebody recalls his father's death -
I feel a small compassion: they WERE happy,
and as for new born children - I regret
all those of them, who have no moms or fathers.
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