LINES OF THOUGHT © 2015

In the sky, men dwell

The cities made of cotton clouds,

Where the lightness of days expands

And time flows without weight or shrouds.

Up there, in serene heights,

The rooftops are breezes, gentle as air,

And the streets, made of white poems,

Unfold in the wind, without a care.

Below, a sea so clear exists,

That the past reflects in tranquil hue,

Ancient cities and fields, where history persists,

Live at the bottom, like an echo true.

The sky and the sea, in perfect union,

Hold the dreams and the recollection.

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