Afflatus

Автор: Gabriel
Дата: 12.08.2016 @ 13:05:53
Раздел: Произведения на чужд език


I feel her dancing as vapor,
an upward-flowing river;
She is the color of rain,
the taste of sunlight on skin.
Her lips caress my thoughts
and dressed she shines in words;
Condensing, shedding clothes
she deems of lesser worth;
If dressed at all
can be the breath
of summer night awhirl...

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