Liza Sud


Easter 3 - Poem by Liza Sud

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: easter


Comments about Easter 3 by Liza Sud

  • Sranisha Francis (9/25/2015 12:19:00 AM)


    Earth seems boundless, time seems endless,

    A very good thoughtful poem.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 7, 2015



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