Σάββατο, 5 Φεβρουαρίου 2011

The Dove






There it stood to sing

Its blue melody in the mists

The Dove flapping its wings

Dressed in the odour of spring

Chirping away the living vanity

Humming to the sun's eve

Wallowing for unjust atrocities

The Dove laid in its eternal sleep

As the silence now was yellow deep.

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