A rounded globe milky white in the center, crispier as it travels northwards
to the heaven
A valley of bones, Brittle with tightly stretched skin, a dark path
The night sky
speckled with brown
and dusted with roses
Softly contouring, dipping, dancing flowing up, up like a river backwards
Gentle curves and sharp inclines,
fiercely calm plateaus
waiting for you to catch
your breath
And finally
a bud of dusky muted midnight,
grabbed and forgotten
Left to be broken
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 9:46 PM UTC
A rounded globe milky white in the center, crispier as it travels northwards
to the heaven
A valley of bones, Brittle with tightly stretched skin, a dark path
The night sky
speckled with brown
and dusted with roses
Softly contouring, dipping, dancing flowing up, up like a river backwards
Gentle curves and sharp inclines,
fiercely calm plateaus
waiting for you to catch
your breath
And finally
a bud of dusky muted midnight,
grabbed and forgotten
Left to be broken
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