miércoles, 6 de marzo de 2013

Irons and birds, poem.

   Irons and birds

Irons and birds
Crazy and crows,
The old wine,
And walk in leather.

The fish and the sphere,
The golden shrub,
Where you have taken refuge
with friends of the stars.

Life as a train
passes now winging its way 
into the night
and nobody sees it.

His Light,
that is.

Un poema de Secreto canto de las luciérnagas

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