We will long live on and on
To the pendulum of time’s final swing
To some we are forgotten
But in your memories we never die
Remember the bells we rang
Our monastery that stood tall on an emerald bay
Our island, our perfect imperfection
That floated on this vast and endless sea
Remember all the songs we sang
Our prayers that fell upon deaf ears
We men of God, we recorded verse upon verse
That voices no longer share
Now see our home so empty in the ocean
The church’s call long silent, its meaning lost
To blind eyes a blemish, but to us forever…
…a now imperfect shadow of imperfection
More.. http://thelondonwordscapeproject.org/2015/01/25/by-ivan-kavelj-buzuk/
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