Poetry by Vladimir Fischer
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“What else can I say…”
I couldn’t end it,
yet I could have helped you,
but the air was stuck inside my lungs
unable to sharpen the word
my old rusty sword.
What else can I say
when I constantly fail
grande tristeza
are my name and a medal
that I wear on my sleeve
on the eve of the mortal infliction.
You saw that because I showed you that,
and yet you grabbed me, now holding tightly,
seeing something I was blind to,
just seeking love and care to share.
I couldn’t end it,
but eventually, I will,
If you believe in me, I will.
Poetry by Vladimir Fischer
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