Iris Days
Iris Days
Down there in winter
In Landstrasse quarters
Blankets of clouds
And the streets filled with waters
Darkness covers the city
In the hours of night
And no bird
Seems to be there
Or live there abide
Bare are the trees
That are standing beside
When a candel on window
appears as a bride
The buildings are ancient
For us to uphold
Vienna, the city,
Is life to be told
Copyright © Esther Klein | Year Posted 2024
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