* . these days I feel like a boat in the woods . late at night under a cloudy sky not even stars . to dream upon an imaginary route on rocky soil . . Filed under: Poetry
Deep Sea Diaries, August 2013
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Spazio d'argomento culturale e letterario e di libero scambio d'idee.
* . I wore a heavy robe the color of night tall sheep boots and a fur hat I looked out there it felt like rain was falling deceivingly . it was the wind shifting between the branches creating an illusion – no rain just icy air moving fast agitating thick leaves . annoying them […]