The River Poem by Michael Nikoletseas
The River
It is when
talking of myself
I become aware
that I speak of a river of souls
of men and women and animals
living and dead
it is then
that the word becomes unbearably heavy.
©2019 Michael Nikoletseas
Monday, July 22, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: psychological,rivers
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