The Gods are sleeping
13 September 2018

The Gods are sleeping
Their infinite arms outstretched
Embracing our frames
The Gods are sleeping
Moss and heather cover them
Dark their sheltered caves
The Gods are sleeping
Their hair miles of cypresses
Wisps heave in the winds
The Gods are sleeping
Their faces emblems of peace
Bodies a firm rock
The Gods are sleeping
They dream plans to overcome
The human frailty
The Gods are weeping
Their tears a river of pain
Bondage unending
Reading of the poem:
Fragile – Sting & Stevie Wonder
Thank you Malkie 😊
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Wonderfully poignant!
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