Le solstice d’hiver

Ebène coule la nuit
Séduisant
Sable soyeux à travers mes doigts

Les étoiles
Petites taches d’argent

Liquide
Morsures luminescentes Dans le jet de satin
Au-dessus du monde

Indiquant quoi?

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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