Predetermination / Predestination Poem by Lev Brekhman

Predetermination / Predestination



It does not make the least impression
Upon the course of any life -
Serenité, or rabid passion:
The end is always, always rife…
You could achieve all kind of valor,
But what is valor? Empty shell.
Your ship is sailing, sky is stellar
And lo! The sulphur* burns the marine smell.
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* It smells of sulphur in Hell

Monday, October 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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