Stefano Capasso
NAUGHTY CLOUDS
It's pouring rain,
a bit noisy,
the one that on the glasses
leave spiteful
lovely stars.
Abundant showers
they pat the pavement
of a dusty avenue,
remained empty.
On the roofs of houses
and in the countryside
where the streets
them are full of water,
which gradually form
ragged ponds.
Then when at the end
the clouds cleared,
now tired,
they go into hiding
behind the mountains
SUN KING,
idle and relaxed,
awakened by the noise
is getting ready to go out,
half asleep,
to warm up
The
Hearts of Lovers.
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Author Stefano Dr Capasso
