Once
you told me about the lions,
Whether it was fable or truth.
No one there
could bid them haughty defiance
For they brought not charges but ruth.
Pair of them
descended down from the mound,
with diadems they were crowned
and seemed like heavenly beasts.
Broken stem
had bloomed afresh and the sound,
pierced all the foliage around,
had all the whispers released.
But
one
who comes in wake of the morrow
has the horns entwined by snakes.
Every note
you so lightheartedly borrow
should be heard, whatever it take
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 3:24 PM UTC
Once
you told me about the lions,
Whether it was fable or truth.
No one there
could bid them haughty defiance
For they brought not charges but ruth.
Pair of them
descended down from the mound,
with diadems they were crowned
and seemed like heavenly beasts.
Broken stem
had bloomed afresh and the sound,
pierced all the foliage around,
had all the whispers released.
But
one
who comes in wake of the morrow
has the horns entwined by snakes.
Every note
you so lightheartedly borrow
should be heard, whatever it take
