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unbelievable cloud buildings!
the great gig in the sky!
Ricco-5th horseman, au 19. juin 2010 [aviser] [citer] [repondre]
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BenHeine, au 26. novembre 2008 [aviser] [citer] [repondre]
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The minutes of sunup coming in
Playfully gestures of shadows
Day and winter's night spin
Sight through the icily glows
Long permed in gyre dark
Between every ray on the go
Freedom to glisten and spark
Outside desiring white snow
Glittering stars in the sky
From the dusky dim portrait
Silvery threads that'll die
In new growing sunrise acclimate
Hours from its lonely sleep
Silence deep and profound
Thoughts of surrounding heap
All in its moments still bound
The minutes to rise in awake
From twilight’s going moonshine
A sleep in a dream to take
To horizon glowing shoreline
Thoughts running on to know
Each every temper and mood
Of a wakening daybreak’s glow
In its morning to come altitude
(I've always felt as the sky is unlocking the light when dawn rises again {and I ponder in my garden...}; therefore, this poem here)
Peter S Quinn (85.197.227.36), au 25. novembre 2008 [aviser] [citer] [repondre]