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About This Poem
Ephemeron
Ephemeron
What are we but frail snowflakes
Which melt at the first glance of
The sun’s rays
Or carried away by a simple blow of
The whistling wind
Disappearing thus in the vastness of
Infinite time
Without ever to leave a single trace of
Their fleeting passage?
Think about it, all over again
And answer me, my dear brother,
My loving sister,
Is it ever worth spending our
Evanescent life
Hating each other?
© Demetrios Trifiatis
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