Liza Sud


A Babe - Poem by Liza Sud

As without mom and dad - a babe,
So without you I feel with others,
And how much you drip on the brain -
Don't convince yourself of your loving.

Kinship. This is such a thing,
Irreplaceable by nothing
Well, maybe an endless grief,
Whith interim bliss, as ashes.

Uniqueness. As a tip of the sword,
which will cut off all the strange,
And from any capture you'll go,
Once the blood will begin to race.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 19, 2015



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