konkubines of dictators
exploring the past
Monday, 13 August 2012
The birds in the sky
The birds in the sky,
the bees flitting from flower to flower
Summer opens bathed in glorious azure.
Spiders, crickets, grass, flower all explode at once
Our sister wades the river.
Nowadays nothing touches her
She is our ghost
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