Prodigiuos


(Two minutes of a game at Milk Wood, SL)

“Prodigious”
sounds like something of great
unexpected surprise:
as the life,
as spring rain on your hair
and I touch them

“Prodigious” is my mystery
and your one
is the sunshine and the leafs to the sky

“Prodigious”
was when we met each the other
is your smile

Monday, 9th April 2012

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