The colour of flight

Are you trying to tell me something?

I can see it in the angle of your flight

The inner movement of your heart

Makes it clear

Beyond a shadow of a doubt.

The guilty colour of your eyes sways

As enchanted spheres are moving by

The laurel leaves of victory whisper

Out of sight, not of mind.

Between us always

The pangs of conscience,

The sufferings we’ll leave behind.

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