Rex mayor Ubini
Our Nelman Is Gone Home - Poem by Rex mayor Ubini
Years behind, ahead of time,
Lost in the abyss of mind,
A quick locus in a blue space,
A mighty dead tree prostrate.
And awakening, eyes and ears,
Began to witness the great stars,
Who made the earth shone bright.
In queue they are falling face down,
Fading into unseen shadows.
Who's next? Today asked tomorrow.
Alas! The eagle of peace is flown,
Into the sky of gloom and dust.
I can hear voices of black waters echoe,
Our Nelman is gone home.
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