Homo_Ingenuus
Autor
When I was a kid a long time ago
I felt the spirit flow
when I found in a field of heather
one white and lonely little feather.
I knew it belonged to a bird so far
a dove, the symbol for peace not war.
So I raised my head and glanced
into the bright blue sky above
where gracefully the little dove
glided besides sunrays and danced.
I felt the spirit flow
when I found in a field of heather
one white and lonely little feather.
I knew it belonged to a bird so far
a dove, the symbol for peace not war.
So I raised my head and glanced
into the bright blue sky above
where gracefully the little dove
glided besides sunrays and danced.