IT WILL BE EVENING… Poem by Claude Esteban
IT WILL BE EVENING…
It will be evening, the same
evening hour, the doves
will begin to light on the branches,
someone will say, how
the grass has grown, come let us sit,
and tell us
to pass the time, a slightly daft story,
that of a king
who thought he knew everything and who lost
everything, someone
will say, that's enough of sad tales,
forget them,
as the sun slowly sets.
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