Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Dorin Popa writes



THROUGH  THE  BARS,  I  PERCEIVE THE  DELICATE  FLOWING  OF  DESTINY
 
hardly  had  winter  come
when  spring  was  gone  already


hardly  had  I  begun
to  close  in  on  you
when  you  moved  away
for  good


and  only  after  death
took  me  kindly  by  the  hand
have  I  started  living.

7 comments:

  1. Touching...seldom we read poetry about life behind bars and this can be continued on and on as sequence for lots of crimes may drifted away without sharing the true moral of the stories...

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