The pink of the sky
plunges into the sea
in an evening of rain
painted by the sun.
The monsoon announces itself
still young yet strong
and a carpet of clouds
spreads out on me.
Eastern horizon
indented with lightnings
among flashes of light
in a sunset of pink.
If I weren't a man
I'd like to be wind
to travel and see
the emotions of the sky.
16.6.'14
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