Don'T Tell Me: Alexis Karpouzos

Don’t tell me the stars
stopped to dream.
Don’t tell me the birds don’t fly.
Don’t tell me the kids
stopped crying.
Don’t tell me the lovers are lost.
Observes occur around you.
Listen blessings dropping
their blossoms arround you.
Don’t tell me!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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August 31, 2019 at 6:33 PM
I am one who hears the blossoms. Well written poem with meaning, bless you. Thank you, Alex. Panagiota
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