The bold mountain before me a piety as naked as wind a riot clamouring somewhere on hollow streets inside me Like the thin layer of blue sky made for believers meant to imply the night that never choose its color The body that shapes The soul that fills the refflective effect of shadow But what is it finally left to acknowledge? This scenic landscape is not meant for an eternal vision. This is a curse meant for lovers. a myriad honor bestowed by river and earth. And here, I lay myself on this fluffy motherly ground Watching you dearly up there playing irridiscent sparks at times as clouds, as kites at times as rain or dampness sometime as past, sometime as tomorrow Sometime as delirious self Sometime as graceful shadows
Posted on: Sat, 28 Jun 2014 02:35:55 +0000
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