by Konstantin Plevnes
How heavenly it is to be a Little.
A minuscule being,
Born in a microscopical ghetto.
Lost in Life 's endless lanes,
Blooming evermore our interminable childhoods,
Or unfinished businesses...
We shall not grow old.
Neither Up.
We belong down
In the shallows.
Little and Invisible;
Infinitely yours.
From:
The White Crow's Commandments
Copyright ©:
Konstantin Plevnes
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Konstantin Plevnes is born in Skopje, 1982. He lives in Paris, France, and writes Poetry since 1988...
