Early Remorse Poem by Victor Sklyarov
Early Remorse
When I was young,
about five,
I understood
the language
of those speachless -
small kida,
beasts, trees
and incects.
I knew that
growing I'll
forget that language
and that
made me sad.
The sadness was acute,
and not childish.
I have lost
the undertanding
of the speechless
and have not accquired
understandng of people.
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5/5/2024 8:29:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
When we lose the innocence of being a child, we lose so much. Thanks for sharing, Victor