round and golden.
Traveling the sky like a
tick-ing-clock.
It times you,sweet silence,
by position of the stars
{those stars twinkling like your eyelights}
Waning moon, falling on the roses
sharp red beauty
like the dim light falls
on the-
"We all," your voice whispershusks, bleeds
"hurt"
and the gold moon ticks its consent.
1 comment:
Oh! How breath-taking!
I love this line to pieces: "those stars twinkling like your eyelights"
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