The Curse Poem by Lev Brekhman
The Curse
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Embers warmish under ash...
Love is slow-burning.
Feelings - a strong, unbreakable mesh:
Life is somewhere turning.
... Is there medicine for this?
Oh, maybe the aging...
Love is often death's kiss,
Not a new emerging.
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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4/27/2024 10:33:04 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Old age is a decease and death is only its medicine and at the same time length of oldness is unmeasured..I hope I am right if not please guide thank for images that you brought here and thanks for the comment in rhyme