Notebook #3

Her eyes…oriental summer nights ..visions, dreams..fantasies of long dead poets..
Lovers in deserted lover lanes

Olive skinned…

The banner swaying with the wind..the wind of the soul..the soul of the drinker

They watched each other, silent, water dropping from his robe..drops drumming on sheets of plastic protecting the sheep rugs.

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