The Millennium

Poem By João Tomaz Parreira

The lion will not be quicker than the ox
in pasture search,
the lamb and the bird
will be a poetical form,
the wolf
will have the kiss in its mouth.
The dove and the eagle
will sail in waters
of white silt.
Then an angel will make
of the Earth a lyric state.

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