onsdag 18. september 2013

Autumn returns with wet storm and...


A day in wet mourning falls from the bells
like a trembling vague-window cloth,
it is a colour,
a dream
of sherries buried in the earth,
it is tail of smoke that restlessly arrives
to change the colour of the water and
the kisses...

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