A Ballad for Death

A compilation of the first 500 poems I ever wrote.
I write in my free time accross different styles and themes, sometimes there are reasons to what I write and sometimes there are not, but I always try to follow my inspiration.


271. The plane

Somewhere out there awaits an elephant

By a dried out fountain near a red tree

Calling for your return to a land, free,

Not tall or proud or even triumphant,

Just waiting patiently with open arms

To welcome with joy a very old friend,

Ready at a word a shoulder to lend,

A tear to shed to wake up the olds charms…

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