Everything You Know,

Crystal lake closed for soul deer
and all peterman get hunting permit

Like trees we die
when roots refuse to nourish us

As two bishop of different colour,
I have never met you

All is passing near / by
me or you
little or high

from a pain to a song
everything you know,
is wrong!

(translated from romanian)

poem by Ion Untaru
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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