Through a warm and breezy night
your face glowing in plain sight
Whisperin’ leaves under the trees
suggest a promise to my ears
Waxed moon gets brighter while
curly hair surround your smile
Hope the peace I never found
reaches our hearts, forever bound.
Credo che ameresti Yeats!
Documenterommi!
anche Emily Dickinson… (cmq metterei una S a surround, chiedi alla maestra) 🙂
Emily già mi piace! “To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee”