Ships Poem by Liza Sud

Ships



Through the broad leaves of the trees,
you may see to the sun sailing ships,
you do not know the magical words -
but believe anyway: they will go -

these unearthly of your enemies,
and from earth - they are childishly weak
as a child - all the time yoiu should live,
and this stupid land - you'll never teach.

Monday, August 31, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: ships
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