107. Fly away
Come with me, my love, and let us fly away
on wings of music for a lovely day
that will outlast eternity and outshine all dismay
of doubts and tragedy and matters of foul play
that bring us down from heaven's lofty lay,
the paradise of poetry, where all our freedom, pray,
shall keep us and deliver us and stay
sustaining us forever and a day,
so that at last one day we may
perhaps turn over yet another leaf to have our say
of glory, love and freedom, beauty and a ray
of truth to safeguard all to keep us gay
like in a never-ending glorious month of May
to sing the praise of Mother Nature and for aye
to keep to Music, not to ever go astray.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-08-28 at 12:16
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