The old king sighs.
His people hold their breaths
His armies are ready to fight
His generals look at each other
His queen remembers the passion
His people remember the days of splendour
His generals remember his ardour
The old king looks up at the clouds
then bows his head again
"Maybe it won't rain tomorrow."
Nobody moves.
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 3:21 AM UTC
The old king sighs.
His people hold their breaths
His armies are ready to fight
His generals look at each other
His queen remembers the passion
His people remember the days of splendour
His generals remember his ardour
The old king looks up at the clouds
then bows his head again
"Maybe it won't rain tomorrow."
Nobody moves.
The flesh is willing, but the mind is weak.
