Monday, September 15, 2014

Edinburgh in the night.

Edinburgh in the night,
and a explossion of light,
with the stone of the fronts,
drawing up smart lines 
of the dreams and the drums,
in the dark city's closes,
while a fairy sings loud,
and a lullaby sounds, 
through a window in pale
yellow candle of oil,  
under the biggest moon
beyond the fog it shines
dress of colours and roses
beside the freedom's minds
where the great poet lies
despite the time goes by.
For a soul of his age
he is pure like a child
at the end of the days.

                                                Jeremias Soler

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