Charm Boulevard
Ripening gray corner
Blue sky in their desires
you hold the boulevard Charm
in stars fascinating kisses
Mall of white cloud
famished trail of love
in his white hill
chills in the footsteps of flower
pleasure of almonds in free wind
scratching the wreath
eastward forever
in the wake of the flowers
Blue Sky on top of the peak
Sun sculpts the mountain
in their heat I always stay
the stars will always be mine.
Arthur Nett
24/10/2011
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