João Tomaz Parreira
The Millennium - Poem by João Tomaz Parreira
The lion will not be quicker than the ox
in pasture search,
the lamb and the bird
will be a poetical form,
will have the kiss in its mouth.
The dove and the eagle
will sail in waters
of white silt.
Then an angel will make
of the Earth a lyric state.
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