Sonntag, 15. Dezember 2013

Winter Moan



Beneath a snow sky the piercing wind
Howls and whines and branches shatter
As if suddenly the pain was too much

Between the meleke walls trapped
On slippery walks the unprepared lot
Name the bags around their feet naylon

Above the frozen ground it’s hard to see
Foes forget how to fight or to hate
Save cats from their common enemy
That invaded the land of many dead sons

Away from this limestone plastered city
Stormy nature sets out to do her work
And washes away first parts of the wall
So they may never be erected again

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