The Last Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The Last



The last

With winter on corner
-have arrived cold and rain,
-to the geese said nature:
- "It is time to migrate."

Most of them heard advice…
-only two have remained…

They can be youngsters
-like mankind's lost nations,
-unaware, in grass, they graze.

What comes next?

Tuesday, November 27, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: lost
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