Wanderer In The Evening Poem by Alfred Lichtenstein

Wanderer In The Evening



Kuno Kohn sings:
Dusty Sunday
Lies burned to pieces.
Charred coolness
Mothers the land.
Dissolute longing
Gapes once again.
Dreams and tears
Stream upward.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: longing,mothers
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