Poezie
Visitation
Stones
1 min lectură·
Mediu
Each word I whisper
is one of love
from the pages
of prophets, poets
and the early spring breeze
as I kneel
beside an imaginary grave.
I get up
and leave my words;
visitation stones.
Should anyone stay loyal
to a nation
where people still
go for the stranger\'s throat?
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