Summer sleeps
Cold autumn winds stir golden leaves
Dark Gray clouds coast slowly overhead
Rain falls slowly and steadily
In the distance, high mountain peaks stand dusted with snow
I find warmth inside
Hypnotized by the dance of flames on candles
Feeling a rhythmic rise and fall as I rest my head on your breast
Breathing in the scent of your skin, sweet and intoxicating,
I drift to sleep
-- September 21, 2006
1 comment:
Sweet dreams Muse.
The summer is sleeping now near Paris.
Le silence accupe mon ame et les bruits et les susurros de tu voz llegan lejanos mas nunca tardios
Victor
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