Mushrooms in the dawn
In symmetric row
Falling below the roar of mighty engines
You, with the rifle growing from your finger
Your eyes alert
Your heart beating
For the stars of your flag
Still coming from the sky
In the shadow of the angel wings
17 aprile 2024
Altri contenuti che potrebbero piacerti
Guardians of the graves
di Nastasimir Franovic
Our graves are made of rough stone. Gray as a rainy sky.
Scattered across flowery meadows like(…)