Adam Gordon
The hot sun is rising and setting
Stroking his statues throughout Australia
The summer breeze whispers
The story of horses, waves
Of battle and sudden death
And at nights, people drink beer beside them
Repeating that life is mostly froth and bubble
While fallen angels kiss his marble cheeks
Copyright © Vesna Kovrlija | Year Posted 2012
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