Monday, July 29, 2013

Vous venez en soiree soul...

Like a night
As if a tune soulful
When the night such a tune still becomes,
You come so so soulful
As if me sleeping
Sings a song unsung
As if singing me
A song blessed be...

Like a night ,
As calm
Of Her moves unchained ,
drops of Bacchus forms,
Like a paint on a wet canvas,
me lies on a foamy layer...

And tune
So soulful the night then becomes...
As if a swoon
Then the shine on leaves sings,
'Vous venez en soiree soul...'

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