Castles
Everything
passes. Poets
die, their
names fade away,
their lost graves blend in
with nature.
Only
beautiful
airy
castles of
poetry
remain in all their
reality, and no
wind
will blow them away.
02.09.2019
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Copyright © Kurt Ravidas | Year Posted 2019
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