Poetry Is Like A Snow. - Poem by Liza Sud
Poetry is like a snow.
Melts under the sun of love,
if no - as a clump in the century floats
and there is a crush.
Poetry - it's like an iceberg.
Tons of thoughts and emotions - under.
And if once to your soul it came -
it inflames the brain
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