Reivax Camlost

In bocca al lupo

In bocca lupa: Rain;

wet forests filled with silver trees,

a shadowed oak with darkened leaves,

a bird whose wings beat off the frigid wind—

rain is falling down,

a rising mist is autumn\'s crown;

a Sanguine flower in the light,

its petals clasped with Summer\'s parting kiss.


How I wonder at your tenderness,

I could not touch you and remain the same;

In bocca lupa: 

Rain is falling down.