How The Sadness Of The Other Has Become The Comfort Of Your Moment Poem by RIC BASTASA
How The Sadness Of The Other Has Become The Comfort Of Your Moment
you tell a tree
without leaves
that bush without
a flower
you tell an orchard
the sadness of having
no fruit
you keep on telling
what you never hear
for yourself
ah, here comes again
this misery that seeks
more company
how the sadness of
the other
has become the comfort
of your moment
Thursday, March 23, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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