PINK CLOUDS

Pink clouds
in the evening sky
cover its cloak
with white horses.
A sleeping sun
honours their arrival
with its last rays
adorning them
with new robes.
The wind makes
the pink clouds dance
and ruffles them
like the hair
of a young Goddess
who, seraphic, contemplates
the horizon.

Poem from the book "Voci ai confini dell'anima" by Maria Tosti

(Voices to the bounderies of the soul)

© Thoth Editions 2014

Photography: © Maria Tosti 2015