Life Poem by Lev Brekhman

Life

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When pain is overwhelming, rich,
You better shout, cry.
Oh no, you can't find the beach,
Unless the sea gets dry.
But sounds of your soul's pain,
Will crack the tightening walls.
And poison, weakening, will drain,
Though doom will ever fall.

Sunday, November 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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