A Bit To the Left
Everywhere and nowhere
or a bit to the left
in the yellow bending of the fall.
Along the street of the lost
leaves which ever led us
to the Piazza Navona...
The dark star entered my eye
it and the song of a real cricket.
Copyright © Bozhidar Pangelov | Year Posted 2015
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