Overlooking one of the summits of the world, while the bronze
chase echoes of the valleys,
always hear the chirping of the meadows.
sapphire and emerald touch
between heaven and earth
embracing the infinite,
riempriendo eyes blinding white
only sign of human hand. The whisper of silence
brings with small words of yellow flowers,
whispers of leaves in the wind.
hands outstretched toward the sky
shading the path of loneliness
offering golden shards of peace. Young
time of quiet,
who dies while still breathe in silence, while still moving
uncertain steps through the woods, even before you can run
with the sun in his eyes and the grass in her hair.
The first of the evening obra
slips on the page, the pen
lingers ...
... still looking to catch the last rays on the top
away.
Friday, May 14, 2010
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