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Jan 2020
Last night
I saw you hiding in between my sheets
As though we're playing hide-and-seek
You scratched my hand and teased my sight
Just like the empty spaces did

So tell me plase
Were you carried away by the humming rye
I'm now asking every spike
Though there's nothing ghost-alike

Or maybe
You got mesmerised by deep lake's eyes
Lost between the sky blue pebbles
So I'm sinking in the dark
But you haven't left a mark

Now it feels
Like you might have gone astray
In the field of emerald blades
So I'm checking every shade
Painting the naive daisies red
Though there's nothing but their heads

Can it be
You're wandering in a snow-white fog
Chasing after small blue stones
So I'm still forging ahead
Blindfolded through the groves
Though there's nothing but the thorns

Are you
Hiding in cold hollow trees
While I'm studying every crease
Though there's nothing that comes through
But the howls of freezing wind

As long as my hands preserve their hue
As long as there's air in view
As long as my eyes stay blue
I won't cease to search
For you
Written by
Victoria
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