A bird is a bustle with the nest,
Time growing ripe,
Vintage is coming.
Grapes almost boil in the baskets
Noon, glow,
Sun in the Zenith.
Congeal air waving in the grain,
On the slops grass is almost redden,
And plum-tree is giving the bow.
Who filthy conscience has today?
Leonard Gorski Copyright © 2008
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
A bird is a bustle with the nest,
Time growing ripe,
Vintage is coming.
Grapes almost boil in the baskets
Noon, glow,
Sun in the Zenith.
Congeal air waving in the grain,
On the slops grass is almost redden,
And plum-tree is giving the bow.
Who filthy conscience has today?
Leonard Gorski Copyright © 2008
