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Pastel - Poetry - Photography

While the rain's pouring


It felt as if I have missed something

While the rain’s pouring, no blessing

Watching the lights of the city blinking

I said, enough, enough of this feeling


And I wanted to cease it all along

Fury, in splendor and thousand songs

Flowing melodies for what belongs

The existence, fighting old kingdoms


Like vibrating echoes along the road

Elevate my crown of sorrow, oh god

I retreat, or fled, spleen, solemn ode

On the skin, past territories, red & gold


Today, is it a new journey for me, Judeo?

For new winds and magistral blows

Under the evening sky, rays and shadows

I felt I could embrace it - the world - now


(c) Noémie Valcauda - photo & poetry


 
 
 

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