in the quiet
of the morning,
when the world
is still asleep,
the taut skin
of a navy sky
ruptures
with ecstasy,
reminding
a half-open heart
of its sweet longing
for itself;
eyes now opened
with the salt
of a stinging passion,
where darkness
mates
with light.
of the morning,
when the worldis still asleep,
the taut skin
of a navy sky
ruptures
with ecstasy,
reminding
a half-open heart
of its sweet longing
for itself;
eyes now opened
with the salt
of a stinging passion,
where darkness
mates
with light.
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