Monday, April 05, 2010
Ding-dong, the bell tolls,
the end of the day
when, they say,
He rose from the tombs.
It's all arid, and dull
Another day passed,
Its features and colours
Dimmed in the lull.
Renaissance, they say,
Spring, any day.
But when I look around
And don't hear a sound.
Here, near me,
Where they should be.
Ding-dong, the bell tolls
In the distance. And that is all.
the end of the day
when, they say,
He rose from the tombs.
It's all arid, and dull
Another day passed,
Its features and colours
Dimmed in the lull.
Renaissance, they say,
Spring, any day.
But when I look around
And don't hear a sound.
Here, near me,
Where they should be.
Ding-dong, the bell tolls
In the distance. And that is all.
