Mahler

By queen beatle

Sat, 28 Sep 2024

1 comments

The cliff house crumbles;

its ghosts drift slower.

The wind carries their thin cries

and calls them lonely.

Derelict, he founders;

his thoughts float closer.

The linden branch beckons

and petals find his cheeks.

Permalink Submitted by Tom Brown on Wed, 2024-10-02 12:08

Abstract, I think I understand this one, it is of the composer Mahler I think, the title then. The poem is lovely, sensitive.

Good. See you! Tom