Thursday, 1 July 2010

01072010

voor L

this is the poem of a smile
as suns so bright in eastern lands
where deserts are the seas

the northern bears dance just
as strong, it shifts as westborn winds
pacific cliffs, patagonian depths,
the winds, the sand, the rain
mold it into shape

a southern sound, the trees are
singing, this poem of a smile

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