Autumn which I loveSomeone spilled sunAutumn which I love
And it embroidered trees in gold Consecrating her way That she had come, I had been told By her retinue’s final play Mist’s and Fog’s hide-and-seek Their laughter hooked on the twig. Your Majesty - I’ve dare to ask May I interlace my hair with wind? May my eyes, bay your hand be blessed? Her answer were trembling touch of foliage Which the Wind casted to my feet… She left this moment as a present Stiffen in amber First rain drop where I sit…
Poem about the SpringA snatch of wings laced with white… I won’t say that I know all I won’t say that I do it right When candles turn to ash, the World opens a new page That’s the time when it’ll release spring from her cage One morning I can open my eyes to see – she is here… Painting our town with whispers of wind – the wind I hear…Poem about the Spring
New elusions, new faith New delusions, new fate I won’t say that I’ll not cry I’ll say – at least I could try… Try to believe in things I write Try to hide better what I hide…
Shaders of sky under my feet
And time made of dreams
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My Website : Pascale Marry
Forgive my broken English .
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My Website : Pascale Marry
Forgive my broken English .
The Venice is realy something
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My Website : Pascale Marry
Forgive my broken English .
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Flavours of the world
For your work
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Flavours of the world
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You see things; and you say, "Why?"
But I dream things that never were; and I say, "Why not?"
-G B Shaw
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