A VIEW OF THE WORLD THROUGH MY CAMERA LENS

Lead …

 

The coffins of lead were lying sound asleep,
And the lead flowers and the funeral clothes –
I stood alone in the vault … and there was wind …
And the wreaths of lead creaked.

Upturned my lead beloved lay asleep
On the lead flower … and I began to call –
I stood alone by the corpse … and it was cold …
And the wings of lead drooped.

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poem by George Bacovia

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