A poet s destiny

A piece of parchment, inkwell and quill pen
Support a poet during all his trouble life
But sounds funeral him requiem,
What play a thunder with some silver trickles

He loves a woman, who betrayed him in bad faith
She said “Good bye”, and left from he away
An autumn looked to wet the lover’s face
And followed for beauty keep one’s way

© Лео Лунарис


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