Furor Poem by Lev Brekhman

Furor



If I had a mouth,
I would have to scream,
Karma is aroused!
And it's not a dream,
Future comes, a-slanted.
Past is limping back,
Present is not granted.
Most sad, but fact.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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