It Is Good - Poem by Liza Sud
It is good that then we were younger,
I was more tough and I was sterner,
In your turn you then had more power
And we talked in the evenings longer.
But those talks were still not enough
Even then, now – we don’t mind.
But I still want to hear you,
We are both indifferent too.
Of your poems my soul took flight
Not in body it was – outside.
When at last it returned back –
Then the trace in my eye was – white.
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