Max Reif

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In The Ironic World - Poem by Max Reif

In the ironic world,
sunlight falls
first upon a mirror before
reflecting to our Earth.

Thoughts are buried,
not spoken, and grow
into strange trees
with mutated fruits.
Even the air

goes somewhere
before our nostrils,
I can feel it. How I long

for naive, direct days that vanished
beneath the waves with the heroes

and are waiting
within my heart
to be re-born!


Comments about In The Ironic World by Max Reif

  • (4/29/2007 8:18:00 AM)

    A 'delicious' nostalgia. Susie xx. (Report)Reply

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  • (4/28/2007 11:25:00 AM)

    But what a delicious treasure to have in our hearts...waiting to be re-born! Here's to the new birth! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 28, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 19, 2011


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