5 january 2024
Searching My Voice
Would we meet
again under half moon
in wounded light?
In the aura of
bleeding pain, I inhale
your parting kiss.
You are weighless
now, sleeping on air bed
to float in scented sky.
5 january 2024
Would we meet
again under half moon
in wounded light?
In the aura of
bleeding pain, I inhale
your parting kiss.
You are weighless
now, sleeping on air bed
to float in scented sky.