In Your Kingdom Poem by Soran M. H

On a foggy evening
a wandererswallow
descended to one of your boughs
A pitiless winter had broken his wings

He was free
but could not fly in the world of flags-
But your kingdom was without a flag
except for a pure white banner which carried no symbol.
You opened your hands to him

Someone said: 'In this land
a new dawn rises in your palms, '

From far away, with the first sight
it was as if you had known each otherfor a long time.
His image milted into your eyes.

You acquainted him again with his childhood books
so that he can speak
in the purest language of love
which the war had made him forget.

Can he grow up once more
In the protected garden of your castle-
A reflection in the flower of your face?

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