On the top of
this horizon
There lies a
flag, shining so bright
Waving so
light…………..
The passer –
Byers are many
There is a
harmony, singing plight
Waving so
light…………..
On that top of
the town
There is a
stage; burning so bright
Attracting my
sight …………..
The lovers are
many,
There is a
call so lusty,
Attracting me
to delight……………………..
On the top my
heart
There is a
space, yarning so tight
Altering me to
flight.
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