strings scream beneath the sea
wet are the stones
here came the moment to wish you good luck –
the mysterious one!
against the whispering winds you walk
wishing peace – but meeting the noise –
on the sunny side
dry grasses tease the melancholy soil –
the mysterious one!
you really seem to be bright
trying to live, still pretending to love –
under the newborn clouds
crows make their nests
and we are around, the fragile mysterious ones
wishing to stay
praying to be loved
and slowly turning towards
ever-burning
Hail to the Sun
© Copyright: Salamandrina, 2004
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