a crescent moon sings in the night like a smile
above it, a planet glows like star
the sun rises, burning scarlet
a single cloud cuts the orange in half
YOU ARE READING
inaurata lingua
Poetrybook two. stars pour from a golden mouth ink drips from a bleeding tongue
r i s e
a crescent moon sings in the night like a smile
above it, a planet glows like star
the sun rises, burning scarlet
a single cloud cuts the orange in half