Monday, 13 April 2015


The river came, snake-like & conquered land,

Meandering languidly, over her rolling hilly hips,

Sliding down her magnificent breasted mountains,

Caressing shimmering shivering skin of her fields,

Leaving traces of sweated dew upon her limbs,

River laughed & tickled land´s moist & ferny vales,

Kissing with wet lips, those dark & forested places,

Breathing words of love, with her breathy mists,

Land, captured & enraptured, now had no choice,

But to fall hopelessly & deeply in love with the river.

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