At the dacha in summer Alyosha, Aleksei, Nadya, and Xenia (grandchildren with their granddparents)
The Fifth Poem May 1, Sunday, 2022
When swords cross, who wins?
No one. Both lose respect, the faith
of other people. Knowledge spreads
when you attack those on whom
you depend. Others suffer, too. No
one wins, only the swords and the
wounds left afterwards. Sadness
spreads. Silence wins. No one
laughs. People forget how to love,
how to be grateful for all the gifts
they have received. It’s a kind of
hell, whether you believe in God
or not. The only way to end it is
to ask forgiveness. And that’s a
hard one. Sword play never works
when people should love one another.
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