joi, 3 ianuarie 2013

Smile

First, I taste the moment
Amid wind petals
Rebelled verbs
Continually crushing
The crouched leaves
Like shadows in the branches.
Loneliness invents tears
A cloud cuts the light
Into transparent fringes
Under the veil of that incandescence
Angels shake their wings
With your smile.

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