Jan 2017
I open the book
too ******
to read my name.
Like a feather,
you roll in
sleep, painless.
The milky moon
was still. Shadows
were trembling.
Mushrooms in
mist, wake up
to stand in circle.
too ******
to read my name.
Like a feather,
you roll in
sleep, painless.
The milky moon
was still. Shadows
were trembling.
Mushrooms in
mist, wake up
to stand in circle.
