Vapour

Flung each drop into some soil between swamp and swamp behind the fence of borders: scattered drops of water "pointless" drops. — deep longings remain like broken mirrors dim and full of rust in my blue heart. — Alas, alas, my drop. Day by day you hear my sigh. You come you shine on me with your laughing gaze — on all my rust — Day by day you rain your transparent kisses on my broken lines. A shred of white dreamlike cloud shines — very, very soon — above the borders of the swamp...