poetry & things


In your tiny room, of paper flowered blue

with stains – brown rains the wall

a picture of light shining, eyes golden through

watched over, long nights – of dreams and moon

a restless ghost will follow

leave you deeply hollow

in your home

Morning ferns, no words to speak aloud

no language, only fragrant mossy earth

Oxalis a blanket, the hour blooms white

with lilies of perfection

dreams linger real

and never forget

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