The Stamp

by

Plo

Who thinks a poetry is a stamp-collecting,
Flowers, birds and tears?
Who's going to think it is not possible to discover more lands?
Human tongues are not iron, remind banners on the wind.
They wither without the air.

Let's despair. When a poetry reminds
Iron flowers, tears and birds.

Are you going to spend your life
In an oddity museum?
Among the stamps which are not touched
By tongues?

This is insanity. With no irony.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at We'll drink a toast
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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