From A Misty Autumn Morning

Poem By Algimantas Mackus

I never loved the earth.
I meant to leave it
to its loneliness.

Yet, the other misty morning
when you chose autumn's brooding horizon
I understood it - sadly.

I'll never leave you alone
to an ill-fated death
in human loneliness.

( I never had the courage to say
that I, too, am
a singular earth.)

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