When It's Evening Poem by Gianfranco Aurilio
When It's Evening
The scent of the sea has arrived
on the wings of the wind
and I have waited
for the sun to sleep
on the bed of the horizon
to let the city lights
dissolve my eyes
in the reflexes of the water
while a long trail
of gaudy golden jewels
stole my mind
to give it back to the silence.
16.11.'13
Thursday, January 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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The original poem ('Quando è sera') is in Italian.
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