Clouds are born in the night .. \ Achille Lodge (Achille Lauge

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Clouds are born in the night .. \ Achille Lodge (Achille Lauge






and the clouds are born in the night -
in fact, it's dreams, flying at dawn,
as poplar fluff, like a leaf in an envelope
unsealed,
                  when silent
and the light breeze and frozen air,
zalaskat nap in the morning,
when shadows and sneak to shiver
compressed in the chest ...
                    where as if
woven all the nerves in braids passion
and tenderness through her lashes emerges
tears ...
       and then there is no power
quiet night, and you're standing at the edge
over the abyss, over the cliff, over a stream
on tiptoe ...
            gathered in the palm of the sky ...
and the clouds - like a dream in fiction,
dropping shade blue lace ...

Redhead Anna






Giovanni Marradi Had I Known (albom1993 - What If)