06 Apr

Linen flutters in the wind like a flag
Symbols of the past, childhood and dreams
Scent of fabric softener spreads all over the yard
The midday sun reflects in her glasses
Curls on a short, gray hair don’t move in the breeze
Voices and the children’s laughter on the street
Football ball flies over the roofs
Black mustaches, in the Clark Gable style
Big smile that reveals a row of his white teeth
Sunday morning
I put my cheeks on the eiderdown of the small
yellow chickens, hatched last night
People come and go, without retention
Everything smells of joy and innocence

Then a picture of me staring at the sky
Cold and rainy April night
I send the greetings on the wings of my thoughts
Hope that they’re really somewhere out there
never lives me

I miss you so much

behind the veil
hint of a bride’s rosy lips
hazy moon

Linked to Carpe Diem #1186 Hazy Moon (Oborozuki)


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2 responses to “20604

  1. janicead

    11/04/2017 at 3:24 am

    Such melancholy beauty in this.



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