Thursday, April 19, 2018

The Song of a Single Grape






Can it work in you
As if full of the autumn sun
When you are silently passing
And leaving all behind
For you have found and already
Given back

Can it make you love
A poem in Swedish
A saga in Old Norse
Or fingers who touched you in vain
To turn your page
To close your book

Can it lay a secret blossom
Upon simple words you soon will write
Then pass, without reading
For you have told your story before

And no one had listened
But you did not care
Because it was your story

After all

April 19, 2018
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2018

1 comment:

  1. Hope you are well. It is not easy to access the blog when I am inside the wall.

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