Be For Me Poem by Nero CaroZiv

If I be the still and jaded rain falling,
Too tired of the world, too numb for singing mirth
And I would be falling and falling into a colossus depth
Unless you love, be for me the green fields calling,
Oh, be kind, be for me the solid foster earth!


And If I be the brown bird flapping its wings, pining
To leave the old dated nest and to a new way fly
Oh love, be the fresh cloud that floats shining,
Oh love, be for me the blue endless sky
The saddening thought gnawing, made me reserved, introvert shy



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