ocras

the sky was a garnet

on rolling lands of lazulite

they are texture of shadows

molecules of the night

the linen was so soft

the canopy a lullaby

outside hypnotic wind

she felt her mind liquefy

when sleep takes your sun

melancholy grips to crawl

it’s not psychosis

they have been to call

 

 

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