cuculatti monviso lago fiorenza

the path around was a dusty pink

crepuscular I think sagaciously green

before it was impaired by two pairs

blue pairs , soft pastels on warm worn air

thin air, clothes of love, loose not bags

comfort me to the very brink of tears

and sooth the making, not rushed

not forced of course enjoy your eyes

let me seek you hear your sonant voice

Done