Monday, January 30, 2006

Sensation Comments

Rating: 3.1

In the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths,
And walk over the short grass, as I am pricked by the wheat:
Daydreaming I will feel the coolness on my feet.
I will let the wind bathe my bare head.


Arthur Rimbaud
Lekë Loshi 16 March 2010

So simple and beautiful.

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