Eyes of mine Poem by Vera Pavlova

Eyes of mine



Eyes of mine,
why so sad?
Am I not cheerful?
Words of mine,
why so rough?
Am I not gentle?
Deeds of mine,
why so silly?
Am I not wise?
Friends of mine,
why so dead?
Am I not strong?

Translation Steven Seymour

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