sábado, 15 de diciembre de 2012

The new flight of the bird. Poem.

The new flight of the bird

The new flight of the bird
And the canticle old
Based on bright prayer
To sing to sleep the wheat fields.

The old olive tree
is fresh outbreaks
And their new fruit
will pick up soon.

A temple without end
The smell of the roses
The Light of my Lord
And that only these you.

Merry Christmas to all of you.

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