maanantai 13. huhtikuuta 2015

Sicily daughter

Grief chords wind away from me
sweeps away somewhere.
Time it is touch
the changing face.
It shall be for the world
calm place for the growth of young people,
as well as children.

Swings now up to the cradle
stroller, mother against the bosom.
Where I lost it on the road
a wonderful paradise.
Even the lips curves
bright redness, and my voice
clear singing rang.
Sun with
dancing with the current, before.

The last comes the dawn.
Where do you dance Anni Domini
daughter of Sicily?
Your cup is still half
full, you are the star of your life play.

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