Luca Menin


Free


Slow I left silent
with nothing more.
Briefing the blue air
Crawling in the blowing dust
Alone singing the horse march

Gentle like calm waves along the shore
Consuming
I will be wild and free, like the morning awakening
At the cold knocking sun
Like water of angel shivering, hills and air, alone
Not count for anyone,
Locked away behind the hyacinth door.

I 'm the lonely king, in this grace world
That tell you about the virgin sirens.
and forests of pyramids and mazes
Iron souls lost and waste.

Resting like a lizard
in the cold blood stone, bi tongue
With vest never to be worn
Medley and insane
Rolling down like stones
Free and crowned.

Submitted: Sunday, April 07, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013
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