Every verse is a child of love, A destitute bastard slip, A firstling -- the winds above -- Left by the road asleep. Heart has a gulf, and a bridge, Heart has a bless, and a grief. Who is his father? A liege? Maybe a liege, or a thief. -- Marina Tsvetaeva, Every Verse Is A Child Of Love
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A Year of Poetry – Day 123
Posted by daddybear71 on August 24, 2016
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