12:00 a.m.
monday morn —
bedroom parlour
***
"there it is,
the silence.
only in silence can
you hear the voices
of the solemn.
their thoughts-filled
with the ink of
hatred and the
pain of the memories
they once was long
ago.
now, what they
could only do is
to long for the
road they once
treaded in yore.
but you. you're not
dead — no!
you are alive because
of the faint light
bestowed upon you
by the moon herself.
you are alive."
a mere whisper of his
that stamped its way
unto my wrecked
boat.
he is right. in silence
you reveal the most.
i should have talked.
my mistake!
***
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Our Vintage Dance on the Phonograph
Poetry"you and - me, we traversed at the eve of the colossal pages of our bedroom balcony." - excerpt there is no other dancing partner i would dance with other than you, my sun. you bring me to places that are wiped out of history - to the gardens of rui...
