High Poetry Poem by Lev Brekhman
High Poetry
'High poetry', as high school teaches,
Is very, very high.
And so I'm a climbing mule:
The sky is surely nigh…
But is there air in the heights?
Or does breathing stop at all?
While dying, I see Pearly Gates,
And an angel, very tall…
Monday, October 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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8/3/2025 12:18:48 AM # 1.0.0
Dream and go...body need air...soul so fair....always fly high