dreamed that a harlequin loved me. Caressing
colors of dawn
his figure loomed.
Each pore flashed, after
emerald glass bodies.
Come to me, give me whispered and soul.
gradually radiated beauty.
My hands, I looked laborious.
looked at me like I dreamed. You
labor of love and hope.
have my home and home and your heart
offer
from the imaginary quiet.
When light is calling you draw kisses
refracted,
that between smiles elude
and fly aimlessly, gently.
Holding out your magic ...
PD: I concluded this mural art in vitro
cement. The idea is an oil painting that
made years ago for my children.
A Abaza.
indianala
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