sexta-feira, 8 de julho de 2011

A bride called Sun

If I was to tell the size inside of me
I should say it does not fit this tiny body
such a spacious thing. This morning
I watched the Sun rise up slowly
amidst the morning fog
As a groom whose bride's beauty 
shines so high that
it has to be covered by a veil. 
There I've seen her face behind the mask 
of clouds in detail
The Sun shone through and I 
saw her face directly
in a way she'd never let me.

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