Summer greys have disappeared
taut silence, heavy tighrope walking.
Autumn's charms are here and winter
serenades. Down the abyss a little bird
is hopping mad, and a country held at ransom.
**** Blood's lust slowly takes over silences of past.
Don't abrogate freedom, don't. Country of disdainful
dreams, let us perish before you do. Angels will lament.
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 12:10 PM UTC
Summer greys have disappeared
taut silence, heavy tighrope walking.
Autumn's charms are here and winter
serenades. Down the abyss a little bird
is hopping mad, and a country held at ransom.
**** Blood's lust slowly takes over silences of past.
Don't abrogate freedom, don't. Country of disdainful
dreams, let us perish before you do. Angels will lament.