Time gone by
Nuances come to me,
Starting a dialogue
More tangible, more vivid
The wintry morning
Leaves a long trail.
Translates themselves
The white pigeons,
Leaping onto a tin shade
A falling in love perhaps-
Create on the street a new
Metaphor the flute musicians.
A gloomy night
Less black, less intense
And the rituals?
Merely take care of it,
All the effect
Never be able to pull up
The memories of star gazing.
Nuances come to me,
Starting a dialogue
More tangible, more vivid
The wintry morning
Leaves a long trail.
Translates themselves
The white pigeons,
Leaping onto a tin shade
A falling in love perhaps-
Create on the street a new
Metaphor the flute musicians.
A gloomy night
Less black, less intense
And the rituals?
Merely take care of it,
All the effect
Never be able to pull up
The memories of star gazing.
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