l***y
发帖数: 791 | 1 The man in black and white
is sleeping at this hour
when Heaven takes a measurement of the new
and decide where to pour
He too must be sleeping now, the one
that I was born of,
could be turning, a little, as peaceful
as a sleeping soul could be,
and maybe, hair turning grey, just a little more
The homecoming was only so briefly,
and the moon visits and swiftly makes way.
Weekend now, a short sunset in November
holding her small, pink body over the bridge,
watching on peacefully, thinking,
anothe |
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