Wednesday, November 25, 2009

1917

He puts two roses in a vase,
two roses sadly out of place...
like the gallant smile on his haggard face,
playfully I tease him.

Let us dance beneath the moon!
I'll sing to you "Claire de Lune."
The morning always comes too soon,
but tonight the war is over...

1 comment:

M is for Margaret, who was swept out to sea...