From the wrinkle between my brows You watch till day breaks On my face The waxen night Is beginning to singe The fingers of dawn Black bricks Have already tiled The whole dome of the sky Trans. by Anne Pennington Anonymous submission.
Added: 2 Jun 2002 | Last Read: 28 Aug 2008 6:19 PM | Viewed: 1593 times
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