the sky above

in tattered clothes

erring on blue

cobblestone
hums a song

broken in two
by the burnt

gasosoline

spell
fading

at the touch

of my eyes
and there

I leave my dreams

to hang
and dry

and wither

and be blown

away
dust of the night

gone.
and the sky

above

in tattered clothes

erring on blue

cobblestone
hums a song

broken in two.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo: Ava-Rebekah RAHMAN, “And afterwards…. Abends Himmel”