joi, 4 aprilie 2013

Lace ballet

The army of angels
Whispered innocence
Just like a lullaby
Mother used to sing
In the evening, before bedtime
I  dreamed of  God
Playing the flute
And all the clouds
In a lace ballet
Shed their wings
Children with their wet hair
Dancing in the rain
Violently and tender

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