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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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 2, 2013
Poem Edited: Saturday, November 2, 2013

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Comments about Early Remorse by Victor Sklyarov

  • Kelly KurtKelly Kurt (4/29/2015 4:25:00 PM)

    When we lose the innocence of being a child, we lose so much. Thanks for sharing, Victor

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