Thursday, August 22, 2013

Always... Like dipping in, to an evening...

Always
life moves flowing...
As flowing move songs
As fluid this evening has turned...

what could be
Possibly
Say
More blessed
Than retiring to
Festive spirit
Lit
On the sky
By the Selene...

And this evening
Singing
Always...

Like the day has so
Passed...
Like the evening comes
With a soothe
Of Scorpions...

Always...
Retiring
To
Love...
And
Festivity...

And

life...

And

Life...

(note: while listening to a song by Scorpions, returning home, this beautiful evening, a moonlit one)

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