samedi, 10 janvier 2009
A LAND OF FANTASY
Nobody knows
But all know
What kind of country
The poet calls a land
Even if his cards and play
Say another name
Inspired by circumstances
A land of greenery
Laying under the ruins
Of all artificial factions
A land that has time in its hand
A land that does not need a future
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