Sadness Poem by Lev Brekhman

Sadness



Sadness, white and pure,
Falling on my head.
Can I much endure?
Alas, I am not dead...
Deadness is not sorrow,
Sorrow is not death.
What should I follow?
With sad-deathless stealth.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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