Climbing the stairs I realized,
my stairs are endless,
some good, some demonized,
segments of mind restless.
I’m Ulysses in my little tragedy,
Fighting with a sword of words.
Agamemnon lost in a parody,
A magical lyre with no cords.
Photographer Manfred Leiter.
1 comment:
a sound harmony between words and meanings,,
loved it,,
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