Easter 3 Poem by Liza Sud
Easter 3
Rating: ★5.0
I adore you, the nights of Easter.
At them like every branch is burned
Writong of all my sins is missed now.
And the scroll to the shreds is torn.
And so sorry for every grass blade
I would like to press head to it -
Earth seems boundless, time seems endless,
Full of meaning is every wink.
Monday, September 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: easter
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4/24/2024 9:48:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Earth seems boundless, time seems endless, A very good thoughtful poem.