AngolÉrthetően

Random Poetry XVIII.

2013. február 17. - Angolerthetoen

... You shall leave everything you love most:

this is the arrow that the bow of exile
shoots first. You are to know the bitter taste
of others' bread, how salty it is, and know
how hard a path it is for one who goes
ascending and descending others' stairs ...

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