My Lev Poem by Adam Berman
My Lev
My lev is the target of arrows;
I see your smile in the leaves of the autumn
and hear about it from the sparrows
My lev too, is an arrow by itself
An arrow without direction
an unopened present on thy shelf
My lev is but a pale moon and its scars
That stands alone at night
in the light of your stars
And finally,
My lev is but a cloud of rain
and my poems the tears
That fall down your lane
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