John Fletcher
There was a pond of sadness in this man,
Of immense sadness
Of which we can not speak,
Not share with him,
Nor understand-
There was a pond of tenderness in this man,
Of immense tenderness
And thirsty souls drunk his words-
Stars always beam
Over the pond where he drowned
For he has lived with light
Copyright © Vesna Kovrlija | Year Posted 2012
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