THE RETURN OF THE POET
NIGHT THOUGHTS
Luna blurred between the curtains of the clouds.
The flowers bow their heads at the approach of darkness
silent heart and pray to the soft smell of fallen leaves.
The purpose runs in the recesses of the night sleeping
hands and no name written lines uncertain
on scraps of paper.
Lomnago Bodio, 26 September 2009.
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