the stillness
of this innocent gloom
of the lanterns silently gazing at the open field, wet,
swaying
as the slow evening whispers, sighs
waiting for the sky to fall back into the sea
I'm sitting here
on the wet wooden stairway
and thinking of you
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 10:24 AM UTC
the stillness
of this innocent gloom
of the lanterns silently gazing at the open field, wet,
swaying
as the slow evening whispers, sighs
waiting for the sky to fall back into the sea
I'm sitting here
on the wet wooden stairway
and thinking of you
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