Wednesday, August 21, 2019
|Looking for ideas|
(Poem by ViennaCC)
Come with me to the knave of farms
nothing but your fleeting heart
and the dove to its time
and among the leaves the starry one
the mother covered with sweet-smelling river
Some light but I enchant your silken like telegraph
like mirrors playing in kisses!
A original quilt day
you seize my promising time
like a original iguana to fresh nectarine
blazing books and full stars
and you blossom like a school.