Liza Sud


O How Good You Are, - Poem by Liza Sud

O how good you are,
you endure my groaning!
Your grand pianos are luxe,
sound in them is growing.

Lull me inside yourself
cause anyway we are drunkards.
And I'm lulled to death
by poems. For pride, most likely.

Topic(s) of this poem: poetry


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 29, 2015



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