Out
street winter
wet and wind,
between raindrops
marks the silence.
begins the night
all is silent darkness reigns,
the peaceful,
if it's time.
And so on,
long minutes
succession to the past
between you and My thoughts
free scattered
like your hair
on the pillow
to keep you company.
Lorenzo
Night at Clairvaux
November 6, 2009 at 23:55
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