Tuesday, January 10, 2017


i dream of you
some nights, i dream of you
with wide-open eyes
nights cold as ice

i hear your voice echoing through the room
through the window, ajar, i see the moon
like mist, your scent hangs in the air
like fog, your leaving makes all unclear

i dream of you
some days, i dream of you
as i doze off in the afternoon
the sun blazing; i wish it was the moon

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