Monthly Archives: August 2017

Crying Children

Children cry in houses with shuttered windows, Just as in rooms evening comes. Then glows before my eyes, A crumpled, tearful face. Whenever darkness covers the earth, Children’s great sorrow begins; Full of fear, their eyes look around: What if … Continue reading

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White Dove

Gliding from the blue sky towards the earth A white dove landed on my shoulder I held it in my hand, gently stroked and Caressed it, I relived my youth Pure white, so bright were its feathers If I opened … Continue reading

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Spanish Tavern

A bottle of wine on our darkened, wood table, A night of nights, we are so tired. And stone-drunk. Your hands in mine. In a Spanish tavern, a woman Sings, shouting and wailing. A ravaged woman, clearly. Quite ugly, not … Continue reading

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