Hey
Isabel,
Writing after a long time,
Just this afternoon
While on return
Looking at the sky
So blue and white...
As if there you me finds...my right of writes...
There as if You
Your divine
me finds as Peace
So Holy...
As if there your sublime
For me will stay...
For the sky
Is by essence blue...
For there
At every place
Apollo resides...
For there me seen Golden dew...
For there me witnessed a Birth...
Perennial...
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
After rains, comes always the blue...
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