THE KINGDOM BELONGS TO THE SILENT Poem by RIMVYDAS STANKEVIČIUS

THE KINGDOM BELONGS TO THE SILENT

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Petrified cities are silent for ages

The eternal movement of love
A glimpse through a window
The eternal step over the threshold
A word sticking out of half - opened lips

Eternal pride and poverty
Rain hanging over the thirsty earth
And every morning the same sweeper
Loiters around idly
With a broom in his hand

But he from another kingdom

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