Winer Visions For the World
24.12.2007
Winer Visions For The World
On the steep rosy slopes of your cheeks
Glisten white salty tracks drawn by tears
Naive tales of unity and peace
Can no longer fill your heart with ease
Though you still hear loud choirs of angels
Their clear voices sing anthems of grief
Their sad eyes do not promise salvation
Their soft wings ache so heavy
With fears...
Copyright © Domi Marchewka | Year Posted 2009
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