Friday, July 26, 2013

Against the Gray

Winter words on an autumn Sun
Summer light of the forests rose 
Something different, so innocent happen here 
After the rain, after the ghost departed from me 
In spring as you follow the kites right through the sky 
Like the nightingale against the gray 
Life stood so passionate in the brink
Of a contrast between 
Life, death and holy matrimony...

The pillars of time ascended
A brick for each profit that never spoke
The sheep in the clover fields missing   
The shepherd without a herd... 

The foreign lines of a romantic love letter..
Folded three times and placed in the envelope 
Burned in the holocaust 
Some nights the unknown stay here...
Others, look beyond the Sun. 

S u m m e r   L i g h t   O f   T h e   F o r e s t s   R o s e 


Something different, so innocent happen here 
After the rain, after the ghost departed from me 
In spring as you follow the kites right through the sky 
Like the nightingale  A g a i n s t  T h e  G r a y

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