On the top of the hill
Where the monks walked
Twelve centuries ago.
.
Now only the spiders
Sleep inside the cells
And only the lizards look
From the broken windows.
June 25, 2008 by Valeria Mesalina
On the top of the hill
Where the monks walked
Twelve centuries ago.
.
Now only the spiders
Sleep inside the cells
And only the lizards look
From the broken windows.
Posted in Poetry is crimson | 9 Comments
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great story/image in a few words–nice poem
Alexa
hey stop in and take the poetry challenge
Very nice poem! You did a great job!
hello, sister. Are you alive?
Yes I am.
Why does it always rain when I’m on holidays?
I don´t know.
Do you want to come to my city?
We have rain and cold weather, too.
Summer, where are you?
I am very busy at the moment stuffing boots and pullovers into my rucksac.
Going camping with the Scouts. If I survive, I will be back by the 18th.
I like it!
Thanks, Vincent. You’re very kind.