December in Colonia del Sacramento, Uraguaysomewhere a flower blooms
while somewhere a bulb holds life frozen
somewhere there is dancing
while somewhere a bomb ends the music
somewhere there is laughter
and our little planet spins night into day
and wobbles so slightly
from the weight of tears
and the lightness of joy
- Ralph Murre
2 comments:
while somewhere a bomb ends the music
That line reverberates.It is very powerful.
I enjoyed this one very much. -Carolyn
Post a Comment