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The Twenty First of March
The twenty first of March!
It’s a rainbow’s arch as such.
Equinox in springs
World Poetry Day brings.
It’s not an accidental event.
It gives this day a certain content.
A content to all those who can fly
And to all those who new things try.
A poetic word is an art.
It comes straight from the poet’s heart.
It gives a poetic word a chance
...Thursday 21st March 2013 8:47 pm
I don't write poems
I don’t write poems,
I drink them like wine,
I become tipsy
with each coming line.
I don’t write poems,
I breathe them like air,
I become so happy
when each one I share.
I don’t write poems,
I live with them;
they prolong my years,
they are as true as I am.
I don’t write poems,
I weave into verses
sadness, joy, tea...
Thursday 26th April 2012 7:52 pm
Why Poetry?
I won’t tarry,
I won’t marry,
I won’t complain,
Though the pain will remain.
I won’t ask: Please, take care of me!
Though the fear is inside me.
I will stay alone,
I will live on my own.
Writing poems will be my treatment,
With them I’ll find an agreement.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 11th of November, 2011
Saturday 12th November 2011 9:04 am
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