i am starting to
love the 1:52p.m.'s
of my life as much
as the 1:52a.m.'s
because i've
realised that
inner peace isn't
when the soul is
alone with the
moon's melancholy
melody but it's
when the peace
signs we make in
the air fall as
shadows on our
skin and our souls
radiate incandescent
light off our eyes
under the warm
golden sun

YOU ARE READING
the flavour of air
Puisii fell into the beauty of the most dangerous weapons; words