Публикувано от: bogpan | февруари 15, 2018

When you do not wear Costume, it’s a real dream

In the slender net of stars
I’m sinking.

At that night the grass
is embracing me velvety.
And it seems to me unreal
that I’m an island sprung
in milky ways.
Yes.
That night I’m spilling
with the tide.
And the joys of directions
into the worlds are fusing
in a kernel.
I’m breathing uniformly and deeply
under the arch of your arm
and a cradle.

Costume

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  1. spectacular! full of great imagery! “ the grass
    is embracing me velvety.“ /“I’m breathing uniformly and deeply
    under the arch of your arm and a cradle.“

  2. Aww … your words are beautiful and strong! I am fascinated. I always expect you!

  3. You are welcome. You are a great poet and you deserve a lot of praise!

  4. Ah, I am humble before your heartfelt words! This is a holiday of anticipation .Again Light!


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