Treasure Island

Peter S. Quinn


Flýgur krummi (from, Nokkur ný íslensk smáljóð)


Flýgur krummi
í náttmyrkri
einn hann er á ferð

Krunkar hann og krunkar
að kalt sé núna úti

Krunkar hann og krunkar
að brátt fari vetur að herða
krunkar hann og krunkar
að von sé allra veðra

Flýgur krummi
í dagrenningu
við lága geisla sólar

Einmanalegt er úti
á lágnættinu


*Soon to be translated to English, and put in lines here below.

Submitted: Thursday, December 27, 2007

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