During the slow sunrising, plants and birds woke quick. Since the night does'nt come, skins turns a little red while lips start cracking from being pinched. The wind then bring the cold violently back onto our skins, but with a feeling so sweet. Like during a slow eclipse the moon finally returns and bring with it the cold, the stars and dreams beneath our sleeping eyelids. And so, following the rythm of our breathing and heart, the night settle under its soft starry coat.
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Autumn Redness
PoetrySo, I'm French and want to talk bout this season and all the hot colored perfections Autumn brings back every year, with a touch of romance and erotism. Autumn Redness is not just a season. It's a temperature, a gaze, a memory. It's the colour of w...
