Ободрение

THE ENCOURAGEMENT
             E. R.
             
You told me you are very sick
and think by sleepless night:
you went off your creation pick
and want to stop to write.

You told your life came to the end
and all became the mess,
no inspiration, wish and trend,
because you feel the death…

– Don’t say me so, dear friend,
why you, the poet, grieve?
No writings coming to the end
as long as poets live.

Moreover, I just know it –
you are not simply rife.
For real, sole poet
the poetry is life.

           September 29, 2017


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