Published January 13, 2006
Here are the fabled laurel leaves
A smile, when it’s fading –
Golden in the threadbare past
While you constructed little ditties
They knocked together temples of stone
But now their smoldering glow is fading
And while nothing is inside upside-down
You find yourself in all alone
In the leaves there’s higher power
In the leaves there’s higher life
And above the godly tower
You’ll dance a peasant’s dance of life
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Very nice! Short but effective. Nothing more to say really.
Keep up the great work.