(when You Gave Your Money) Poem by Horatiu Stamatin

(when You Gave Your Money)




When you gave your money to that sad woman, didn't you ask yourselves where you'd go afterwards?
„To heavens, to heavens, " you shouted all together.
„No, no, much farther, much farther, " replied she.

Thursday, October 13, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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