Donnerstag, 3. Mai 2012

renaissance clouds




Palaces, bridges, towers and bells,
The river is muddy from rain.
No light is in these narrow streets,
No poppies, no cherries,
No smiles and no sunbeams,
No laughing lips nor kisses.

I cannot understand the song
The wind is singing.

These palace walls
Are prison walls:
The hangman walked by here. 

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