Gianfranco Aurilio

The Clouds Of November - Poem by Gianfranco Aurilio

In November
when the storm
is passing
and the blue
regains the sky,
the last clouds
sculpturing linger.
Huge figures
of restive horses,
mighty bodies
of wrestling athletes,
graceful faces
of dancing girls
and while the sunset colours them
and dresses the sky with fantasy
my eyes smile
sculptured in beauty.


Topic(s) of this poem: nature

Comments about The Clouds Of November by Gianfranco Aurilio

  • Rahman Henry (12/2/2015 12:43:00 PM)

    Marvelous poem.....beautifully inked....10..... (Report) Reply

    Gianfranco Aurilio (12/2/2015 12:50:00 PM)

    Thank you very much.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 2, 2015

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