Children wearing white,
costumes turning bright,
under an evening sun,
ring around their statues
spinning kisses,
smiles run.
Cool water,
flowing fast,
laughing past,
deepens in a pool,
still as night its other side
already blue.
In the branches hanging low,
pipes sound notes unseen.
Silence steps.
Shadows grow.
Silken threads reflect the moon.
costumes turning bright,
under an evening sun,
ring around their statues
spinning kisses,
smiles run.
Cool water,
flowing fast,
laughing past,
deepens in a pool,
still as night its other side
already blue.
In the branches hanging low,
pipes sound notes unseen.
Silence steps.
Shadows grow.
Silken threads reflect the moon.
1 comment:
quite lovely
you took me there
love the photo too
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