Under a bright sun do buildings bow, darkening
a heart which used to glow
in night-noise
Sedated by silence, it hits me hard:
coffee with
kisses of morning light
I rise, at last, but fall
apart
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 11:50 AM UTC
Under a bright sun do buildings bow, darkening
a heart which used to glow
in night-noise
Sedated by silence, it hits me hard:
coffee with
kisses of morning light
I rise, at last, but fall
apart