Flann O'Brien

[balkan_ghost]

Here's a song.
Stags give tongue.
Winter snows.
Summer goes.
Hogh cold blow.
Sun is low.
Brief his day.
Seas gives spray.
Fern clumps redden.
Shapes are hidden.
Wild geese raise wonted cries.
Cold now grids wings of birds.
Icy time.
That's my rime.
Flann O'Brien

Comments

[jasperito]

Чюдно! Он велик!