Tuesday, May 19, 2020

Letter to night

Dear night, 
I invite you to, 
accompany me in dreams, 
with buzzing music of cricket 
and dazzling stars in the sky. 
With them their king gives me, 
a ray of crescent  hope.
And I fell into my bed
to sleep with the icy moon and
to wake up to see the crimson sun.

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