The clouds raced, bumping into each other's backs.
A torn leaf swayed in a crescendo.
Occasionally the sky was torn by a jagged plow.
The wind whined like a mad violist.
A thawing sound came to life in the palms of his hands.
In a ragged square, a broken circle was tossing and turning.
In conjunction with the moon fate foreshadowed anxiety,
The souls of men along the way, taking fright...
Drops of yellow sun in a resinous solution.
Spicy infusion in the summer heat on a green meadow.
Blue dragonflies webbed in the rainbow range.
Here, on a weekday, I protect myself from myself.
Blissful negoy tired body wash.
And, having overcome temptation, is innocent and naked, as in Paradise,
In the hour of illumination, I will open a lost soul.
And, like Icarus, over the unfading day & nbsp; soar!
& nbsp; * Crescendo-a musical term-gradual
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31.12.2019 city of Jerusalem