Πέμπτη, 23 Σεπτεμβρίου 2010

If beauty

A Fragile dream you are my love.
You smell like the snow in a winter noon.
Followed by those who search for the sun,
for those who search for you.
Up high to the sky, here they come,
I can see a walking line,
see through the sky
see through the sky.

So tender is the sky.

If beauty there is, then,
these are the sounds.

23.09.010

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