Love Is... Poem by Lev Brekhman

Love Is...



Thе game has no name,
You can not call it love.
Nor hate, you are too lame.
Being down or above,
You always only lose.
You always only win,
A frightened little goose.
Not knowing... in sin.

Monday, October 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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