Sky Graffiti Poem by Lev Brekhman

Sky Graffiti



The images of your soul,
Projected on the sky,
Cannot be all that foul.
So you would better try,
Below the Earth is rolling,
A wat'ry slipp'ry ball.
But lo! Your soul's calling,
And threatening to fall.

Sunday, November 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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