I know no home
no more.
Clouds on window panes
are forgotten
at night
through the shutters.
Moutains rest on the calm water
bringing flavours of snow.
Flies,
unwanted company, dozed and silent
walk on the door frames
and die.
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 10:46 AM UTC
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