La Nuit Temporaire
Let's pretend
we can choreograph the night.
I'll bring the sky,
you bring the breeze,
and we shall dance with the shadows,
embrace the darkness,
while the sun is on holiday.
Only we will know the secrets the evening keeps,
the whispers in our ears
mere feelings in the air.
And when that first ray of light emerges
we will put away our dancing shoes,
say farewell,
and go our separate ways.
Friday, March 27, 2009
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poetry
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