maanantai 18. elokuuta 2014

Red dress

The sky was heavy hot weather, 
the night of heavyweight cotton candy clouds. 
So the yard in a tree singing thrush, 
and I began to sing it with 
in concert arias. 

I was the woman who came into the driveway 
red skirts swaying. 
I could not swallow the tears, 
even though the night was beautiful, and wonderful. 
Today roasting cinnamon feet, 
I walked my way forward. 
Black hair swinging in the wind, 
wildly waved tree branches between the wind. 
I was the ruddy, shapely woman, 
I had it a vibrant red lip.

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