Thursday, August 29, 2013

Like a runaway colt...

Like a runaway colt,
Like a breeze,
Of being free,
Took the road, dear,
Thinking only your festive face...
As this autumn on the sky,
Has started to paint
Your breathe,
Your colour,
Your Incomparable,

And
Like a colt
From a fable,
me took the road...

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