Vesna Kovrlija Poet Narrative

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

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