Flat Poem by Liza Sud

Flat



Flat together with you is not poky,
As you enter, grief flies away,
And spread out the walls of apartment,
And sighs up all the earthly space...

Doesn't matter - before - it was bad,
It turned out as it had to be,
Nice occasion to eternal harmony
Was in past, sorrows, strifes and grief...

Tuesday, September 22, 2015
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