Kept in safety,
Everything was in all right behind the walls
Then we’re sent from heaven
And saw the glittering o’ life
Beginning to grow up, we all changed,
Without noticing got mature in time
Never has been and will be the same again
And now, before a Sphinx
I’m questioning her, unlike the king once-lived
Gazing around, I see a snowflake descending
Gently,
Slowly,
And in perfect order
With an incredible beauty and heavenly form
As if they had not touched anywhere
And it had not been stained
Purity is hidden in every single crystal.
Yes, they’re leaving the cotton clouds
Wandering without ceasing
And they’re landing to and fro,
A new life in every piece has just started herein.
Yet the case is with the rest,
I’m now asking to Sphinx:
Shall they ever be the same again?
Edward Allan Cemré
Friday, 7 March 2008
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Interesting to know.
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