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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 laugh 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.

2022-01-24T17:57:09+00:00April 14th, 2021|Categories: Community, Creative Corner, General|0 Comments

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