But All Drowned In Libyan Tears Poem by Liza Sud

I was watching movie on Lybia,
and then I recieved your letter.
The movie was sad and serious,
your letter was much better.

Your letter was strong, but scratchy.
Was mainly about love.
and maybe I am too touchy -
as if sharp-clawed scratching my back.

There were too many emotions
hiding behind the lines,
As a snow avalance - knotty.
And I don't like when people hide.

And the second thing I paid heed to -
Selfish love-affair seemed too small,
And Gaddafi - greater than Shakespeare,
Life - more impressive than stage board.

Even Pushkin seemed less important,
(though that poem was crucial to him -
farewell to his beloved girl-freind) .
But all drowned in Libyan tears.