A Stranger's Poem Poem by Lev Brekhman

A Stranger's Poem



Waves rolling of somebody's words,
Lines here, so black on the white.
New countries, if not whole worlds,
I drink of the poet's might.
His name could be old or new,
Perhaps he is living - or dead.
There are in the history few,
Whose power fills you with dread.

Thursday, October 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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