Olives - Poem by Liza Sud
I gave up drinking - olives blossomed
in my completely charred soul
my mind has brightened in the prospects
life goes not by, and I participate as all.
Today I'll call to my sweat darling
for the first time in hundreds years
congratulations Happy birthday,
you'll hear without coercion, light.
September sun shines in the morning
Pigeons are sitting on the roof
and poultry flocks are circling-circling
and bring defoliation soon.
Life is so good, it has a lot of
in it of evil, pain and sorrow,
the book of happiness is opened
and I again read from the plow.
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