THE KINGDOM BELONGS TO THE LOST Poem by RIMVYDAS STANKEVIČIUS
THE KINGDOM BELONGS TO THE LOST
They don't know anything
They say the world without end
The sun hums lazily and
Mottled birds take wing
Splashing sunbeams with their breasts
Not even remembering
If they saw anything or felt at least a shadow
They say the earth and dreams and chants are pure
Meek glances glide over the sky
Fingers mount to lips
They all huddle closer to each other
Three living and a dozen dead
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