Franz Of Lion
Guardame - Poem by Franz Of Lion
The vastness of the mountain is marveling,
The workers developed feelings of inferiority.
Even if a fleeting glimpse is certainly astonishing.
Some can never have tranquility,
For the stalwart workers must deal with the hindrance,
Looking for an entrance behind the wall in the distance.
The workers won't understand the pain of the mountain,
For they don't have the same burden.
The colossal size of the skull is a sign of lassitude,
All it wants is to live in solitude.
To rest its gigantic head
In a very comfy bed.
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