Treasure Island

Luca Menin


Snow wonderland


Matching scratches
White square patterns, design by print feet.
Back and forward & square.

Walking straight to shine light & moving shadow
Reflect the way home
Cold needles are sewing the red faces looking around.

Everything is enchanted by light and mud.
Pine tree green cover in a sweet icing.
Drops, smoking, cold melting ice
On my hands warmed pocket.

Broken snow, walking on the front steps.
Inside the house, outside a paint window
Nature a great painter.

After the night.
Museum of white morning colours
Shouting scarf's and boots
Angels games.
Raining melting tree.
Warm grey sky.

White bushes with orange and red berry faces.
White pyramids of smoking chimney.
Keeping warm thrones.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 04, 2012
Edited: Friday, August 10, 2012
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