Life Was Not Easy Poem by Martina Danielova
Life Was Not Easy
I plead these rhymes in front of the eyes of God:
forgive us dirt, this shallow matter
forgive us Lord, we didn't know better
swinging in the rhytm of a young heart
thus painting our living as pervert art.
life wasn't opened book lying on the shelf
who wants to dictate flowers how to grow?
the process of growth is grieving itself:
love and the pain in vague, sobbering glow.
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