Friday, August 16, 2013

The moon on me painted pinkish silver...

The moon on me painted a flight
This lovely drizzling night...

And me saw her
her unavoidable exist
Like this run
Through misty sweet,
As if being kissed
By Her silvery pinkish dream...
Her moist perfumed rosy cream...

All over...

All over
my travel
Perpendicular...
To the wide picture portrait of the sky,
By smooth cloudlets
Such fairyland like painted...

O how like a moon
her this evening me discovered
Once again...

As the night drizzled wet...

All over...

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