Lakes Crystalline
On the first day of autumn
flowers caster sugar belt
Its principle is the serene pine
with leaves that fall in that feel like
the ceiling higher dew
guard the fairy tale of the day
the sheep sleeping in the shade of dew
night of passion in the love of the day
free time on wings of the eagle
pestilo in grid cell
lacquer guide me on the way
by crystal clear lakes to the beautiful blossom
aged wood in d'Ivoire
illuminated the sky with the mist
the cold of the night you brought for me
roots of tulips bury their hurt.
Arthur Nett
30/07/2011
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