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  • Writer: and the moon speaks again
    and the moon speaks again
  • Jun 29, 2021
  • 1 min read

Burning flames

and candles like dried ice,

when tomorrow comes

will the sun set once again?


Healing crystals

or pills coated with sweetness,

when the next days begin

will the sun continue to rise?


I suppose I am not alone

in this worry

but I cannot help it

if I become entranced


by the promise of a tomorrow

that is thoroughly unexpected.




 
 
 

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