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collapsing in the wind

collapsing in the wind

 utterances of the riddles
 of not sleeping
 bloated inside the
 burning woods
 it was late in
 the morning of spring time

 the river banks somewhere in French
 the river itself
 there were something
 besides from stones and white sand

 the burning woods of
 late evening in autumn
 where the river banks
 uttered a riddle of waking

 landscape of gray stones and gray sand
 bemused of obscured figures in Milan

 i was in my marine
 surplus jacket
 it was late in the evening
 of winter
 there was something
 besides from the
 burning woods, in Amsterdam

 the green eyes
 and the blue eyes, looks so
 loving, they uttered
 the riddles of summer in Switzerland

 but this time, a humor was moving
 along with the threads of dreaming
 humorous, descriptive, and
 sentimental, maybe
 because of the ages of attachment

 collapsing body language
 in Germany, together with
 the riddles of the wind in Livigno
 that troubled the beauty of
 their friendship, oh
 the burning woods
 that was still burning! now

 collapsing in the wind
 and the obscured
 figures in Milan
 bloated inside the burning
 together with the dying spring

©anna lee /2014

 at Doumo Milano, Italia
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Submitted on October 17, 2015

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