Once more
my glance
is to the
northwest
Closer tho'
than to
the empire
of stone
The wandering island
which time and tide
made to wander east
until not long ago
The empire of sand
hold fast by grass
and by sighing firs
not long time there
Where the military
practice their
deadly trade
on the sandy cornfield
Where the birds fly
to
and from
each equinox
The isle of the river
as the ancient Romans
called it once
a long time ago
First five of us
now but four
visit the
isle of memories
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