Posted on June 17, 2017 June 21, 2017 by Stefania Morgante — Leave a commentBlue Sky. Blue Sky. The vein of the pelvis numbs It slams the bone ridge It thought of the night currents of the Sky It thought of knowing the Sand and the Moon. Then It got wild and surprised the Moon. ©Stefania Morgante Share this:FacebookTwitterGoogleTumblrWhatsAppRedditMorePrintLinkedInPinterestSkypeLike this:Like Loading... Related Post navigationPrevious post: Unread ScriptsNext post: Let Love Shine You must log in to post a comment.