Non viso di pietra - No stone face

No stone face


Lake ...

Rainbow dragged gray horizon

A mirror to liquid lead

Lapping of the waves as the breath of time

Down from the dark green tops as bedspreads

A distant sound of bells indicating the passage of time

Flight of a hawk looking for prey, slow, determined

No wind

Aromas of memories

Perfumes lived

Throwing a rock and I look forward to vedee sprire every track on the water

It rests on the bottom protected by pike and perch golden

Now you can rest


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