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Originally Posted by joansky
The last, the very last,
So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow.
Perhaps if the sun’s tears would sing
against a white stone....
Such, such a yellow
Is carried lightly ’way up high.
It went away I’m sure
because it wished
to kiss the world good-bye.
For seven weeks I’ve lived in here,
Penned up inside this ghetto.
But I have found what I love here.
The dandelions call to me
And the white chestnut branches in the court.
Only I never saw another butterfly.
That butterfly was the last one.
Butterflies don’t live in here, in the ghetto.
Pavel Friedman, June 4, 1942
I just wanted to share that poem with others too. I'm very thankful for you sharing it. Feel free to.
Favorite pizza/toppings?Bannana peppers. It's weird, I know.
Smiling causes that somewhat? How come? Feel free to PM that response instead or ignore that question if you prefer and I'll understand.
Thanks for sharing.
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And yes, the last one will get a pm.