Thursday, July 25, 2013

With the drizzle...

With the drizzle
The sea came
As if She had that drizzling seeds
Within Her on breed
To lay upon dreamy eyes,
To cause the birth of crystal bright...

And he
Thinking having a walk to the sea
Stood motionless
On the blue and the green
As if he had heard the cries of dolphins...
There
Right
There on the road
Where
The drizzle got played in sunny mode...

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