Potsherd and splinters

I.
The set of the knowledge:
the writing, reading.
Real, intimate culture education
The content of the thing

II.
I hear the speech of the cannon,
But the war does not bear peaceful
Souls.

III.
The moon does not know the freedom, prisoner.
The petal falls there, where wants.

IV.
…and do not destroy it in yourself
the dormant hero!

poem by Silvia Szomik
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