Πέμπτη 5 Μαΐου 2011

The Innocent One



Round it spins and off it flies
Wide and high it leaps the skies
The bird now sleeps in Harper lies
Forevermore its sorrow dies

Round again its heart that bled
Believing in the lion’s crest
Bargaining its life in shred
Forevermore he would always regret

Round again the lust the bird misled
Loot and treasures to spoil the life of a hen
Blowing its morals in pleasure’s bed
Forevermore it became morose for death!

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