Sine Ira Et Studio Poem by Werner Zellien
Sine Ira Et Studio
Random walking in well-known streets.
Do I dare crushing flowers of trees hitting the ground?
Their only deed being to show off what is bound.
Lilac burdened by rain.
Almond trees flowered in vain.
This one-drop of rain and dust.
Falling and falling to rip off flowers with a thrust
down to the ground.
No time to swirl, no time to sail,
young almond flowers washed away.
Nobodies' devotion or lust.
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