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Sometimes I feel…

 By Nick Gurev

Sometimes I feel as ancient as the hills 

Some other times as young as morning dew 

One sunny day the soaring spirit wills 

The next – by darkness my weak flesh subdued. 

A hope is born with knowledge of its death 

A laughter is a prelude to a cry 

The first step of a new life leads to the last breath 

Will there ever be another one like I? 

The slightest happiness evokes impending doom 

A glimpse of love reveals an ugly face of hate 

The ray of joy is eclipsed by foreboding gloom 

When will I get a reprieve from my cursed fate? 

Somewhere deep in my body death has made a nest 

And there waits patiently its hour and its day 

A heart imprisoned for a long time in my breast 

Shall break its rusty cage and soon fly far away.

2021-04-14T02:30:26+01:00April 14th, 2021|Categories: Community, General|0 Comments

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