The thoughts, the memories surged.
It's raining on every shore of this world
It's raining...
roads,
the alleys.
The locations, the places...The things that are cruising on waves,
The hammocks left to swing alone,
the palms left swaying on islands,
the end of the road,
the land's end.
Where did you come from?
How did the rain bring in its trail the sounds of the wind and the waves? A distant boat, sailing away on the distant sea...
a single leaf left to drift, the burning end
caught on a sudden
the electrified body of the rain.
A song of the sea in the surf,
a white glow, rising,
and knocked down
swirling, melting in a falling note.
A reminder, untimely, neither the time nor the place.
for the lamps glowing, flickering, fainting.
lifetimes coming and passing like the purple lights in the sky.
The comings and the goings of the unknown fates,
and the graces and the curses, the snowflake, the mountain heads.
The willows weep as someone turns for a look again.
Then the sky is azure blue. The white cloud dreams.
A streak of light shines across a bleak sky,
and it pours down, cascades of waters on slopes of the hills.
A magic lantern swings hopelessly.
The rain is about to cease. the rush is slowing down.
The last drop falls into a lake, and the ripples come to rest
It's raining on every shore of this world
It's raining...
roads,
the alleys.
The locations, the places...The things that are cruising on waves,
The hammocks left to swing alone,
the palms left swaying on islands,
the end of the road,
the land's end.
Where did you come from?
How did the rain bring in its trail the sounds of the wind and the waves? A distant boat, sailing away on the distant sea...
a single leaf left to drift, the burning end
caught on a sudden
the electrified body of the rain.
A song of the sea in the surf,
a white glow, rising,
and knocked down
swirling, melting in a falling note.
A reminder, untimely, neither the time nor the place.
for the lamps glowing, flickering, fainting.
lifetimes coming and passing like the purple lights in the sky.
The comings and the goings of the unknown fates,
and the graces and the curses, the snowflake, the mountain heads.
The willows weep as someone turns for a look again.
Then the sky is azure blue. The white cloud dreams.
A streak of light shines across a bleak sky,
and it pours down, cascades of waters on slopes of the hills.
A magic lantern swings hopelessly.
The rain is about to cease. the rush is slowing down.
The last drop falls into a lake, and the ripples come to rest
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- La lanterne magique de la poésie, Such............. Elle est dans celui-ci.. Elle scintille de petites lumières violettes dans un ciel azuréen... Bravo ! :-)
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