tonight
a bird took flight from inye lake
her course lay west through the setting sun
over ancient fields and tangled streets
the ground beneath trembled as she passed
and soft it seems this royal night
that rich are we whose tears are shed
for she is free of inye lake
and tyranny is dead
(for Aung San Su Kyi)
her course lay west through the setting sun
over ancient fields and tangled streets
the ground beneath trembled as she passed
and soft it seems this royal night
that rich are we whose tears are shed
for she is free of inye lake
and tyranny is dead
(for Aung San Su Kyi)
posted by heelers | 11:41 PM
2 Comments:
I had some serious problems. I'm afraid about Rome, but i found your texts and i was not in the mood to answer. Idem for the e-mail. Now i'm ok. Kisses, B.
B
For God's sake woman.
I'm a show biz personality.
Couldn't you at least pretend.
I mean on this blog people are supposed to think I always get the girl!
J
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