Put body in my zeal a soaring in tirades

 

Put body in my zeal a soaring in tirades

(translation of a poem written in Sonnet form in Alexandrin. See original here or here)

October 30, 2016

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Of those veiled memories old festive canopies

Colouring empty eyes of a shackled rainbow

Of the tatters needy return of yesteryear

Of pale colours unveiled in unwanted inflows

 

Will there be a return of a broken white flag

Servants within a mob in general disorder

In the tangled bodies wave of masterful head

Recounts itself future of a forgotten land

 

I then lived as a bird when time lives misfortune

When the lakes were robbing of its essence the Earth

When the blues were cloaking a ray that misconstrued

Center of hours axis for a world said better

 

Equip me with those wings put end to bullying

Put body in my zeal a soaring in tirades

 

Reading of the poem: 

Regret – The Winery Dogs

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