Alan Ingranazzio (3 May 1966 / Russia, Siberia)
I remember that beautiful night
When a sight of the moon was your sight
When you with coolness of night breeze
Embraced me and my lips freezed.
My heart ran as wind in prairie
And all I have seen was faerie
Reality. I was bodies
Of snakes. I was smell of the herbs.
I was sky and the stars, wild horses
And rivers in canyons.
And the spirits of thought outraged
At me and made me forever bad.
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